The couple stayed out in the moonlight for a little while longer before deciding to call it a night. They put out the campfire and retreated to the camper van where they brushed their teeth and dressed for bed.

"Holy shit, this is seriously so comfortable." Micky said, as he was first to climb into bed.

Mike soon joined him, crawling along the mattress and pulling the blanket over him. He laid down beside Micky, shuffling himself into position. "Damn, you're right." He said.

Micky pulled the blanket up further after having a little shiver. "I forgot how much cooler it is by the lake."

"It's lucky you have me here to keep you warm." Mike said, snuggling closer to Micky under the covers.

Micky smiled, the only light coming from a battery powered lamp. Mike pressed himself up against Micky and gently stroked his curly hair, smiling at his partner through the dim light. Micky closed the gap between their faces, kissing Mike softly on the lips. Mike wrapped his arms around Micky, pulling the slightly shorter man down on top of him and kissing him with a little more passion. Mike's hands slid up underneath the back of Micky's t-shirt, and Micky shivered at the contact - even though his body heat was now increasing rapidly.

After a couple of minutes kissing, Micky decided enough had to be enough, and he reluctantly broke the kiss. "Stop," He said, breathing heavily. "If we carry on like this you're going to make me as hard as a rock."

Mike gazed up from underneath his partner, running his fingers through Micky's hair once more. "Is that such a bad thing?" He asked.

Micky was surprised - he'd just assumed Mike wouldn't want to do anything sexual while they were 'out in the open'. They also hadn't been intimate since before Mike's grandmother had passed away, and Micky was keen for the Texan not to feel pressured into doing anything he wasn't ready for.

"Are you sure?" Micky asked. "I didn't think you'd wan-"

Micky was cut off when Mike pressed their lips together once more, his hands tugging at the bottom of Micky's shirt. It didn't take long for the couple to rid each other of their clothes, and they were soon naked under the covers, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

"Did you bring any lube?" Mike asked as Micky kissed down his neck and chest.

Micky paused, lifting his head. "Uh," He said, scratching his head. "I think I got some Vaseline. Let me just check."

Micky quickly scrambled to the bottom of the bed and leaned over to a nearby cupboard. Inside was Micky's backpack that was filled with some essentials, and after rummaging around for a moment he pulled out a little tub of Vaseline.

Micky returned to his spot under the covers, and Mike quickly took the Vaseline from Micky. Micky laid on his back, waiting patiently for Mike to do his preparations, but he was surprised when he felt Mike's hand wrap around his length, coating Micky's shaft with Vaseline.

About nine out of ten times Mike and Micky had sex, Mike made love to Micky - that was just the way it seemed to happen, and neither of them had any complaints about that. Considering they hadn't been together like that for a little while, Micky was surprised that Mike wanted to be on the receiving end.

Micky watched as Mike carefully moved his hand to his entrance, preparing himself for what was to come. Micky swallowed hard as he carefully watched his partner.

"Are you okay with this?" Micky asked.

"I want to be with you." Mike said seriously, staring Micky straight in the eye. "I need to be with you."

Micky could see the determination in the Texan's eyes. Micky nodded his head, wrapping his arms around Mike and kissing him deep on the lips. Micky rolled so he was on top of his partner, and Mike wrapped his legs around Micky's waist.

Micky broke the kiss to study Mike's face as he positioned himself at the Texan's entrance. A small nod of the head from Mike gave Micky the okay to proceed, and he gently eased his way inside. Mike was tight and hot and Micky closed his eyes for a moment, revelling in the sensation, but he forced himself to look at his partner for any sign of discomfort.

"Okay?" Micky asked a little breathlessly.

Mike nodded again, looking relaxed. Mike wrapped his long arms around Micky's neck, pulling his lover into a deep kiss. The couple melted into each other and Micky started to set a slow and steady rhythm, careful not to go too fast too soon.

"I needed this," Mike breathed as Micky gently sucked on his neck. "I needed to feel this close to you. I needed to feel you inside of me."

Micky closed his eyes, letting out a quiet moan - part from the physical feeling, part from Mike's words. Micky lifted his head so he could look Mike in the eye again. "I love you so much." He whispered.

Mike smiled before pulling Micky into a fierce kiss. Mike dug his heels gently into the base of Micky's back, urging his partner to go a little faster. Micky picked up a little speed and set a faster rhythm than before, gently but firmly pressing against that spot inside of the Texan.

After several minutes of this, Mike pressed his palms against Micky's chest, causing the curly haired man to pause. "Let me go on top." Mike said.

Micky smiled; this was how it always ended up. Mike's need for control would only allow him to be underneath for so long, and in the end Mike would always end up on top of Micky. Mike didn't mind Micky riding him when Mike was the one doing the penetrating, but Micky understood and accepted Mike's need to be in charge. Truthfully, Micky found it rather sexy - and Mike knew it.

Micky carefully pulled out of Mike, rolling over onto his back. Mike positioned himself on top of Micky and he blew out a deep breath before slowly sliding himself down onto Micky's cock. Micky closed his eyes - it did feel great this way - and he kept perfectly still while Mike adjusted to the new position.

Mike pressed his hands against Micky's chest, his palms gliding over Micky's soft skin. Micky opened his eyes as Mike slowly started moving back and forward, setting himself into a steady rhythm. Micky gazed up at Mike, watching as the Texan closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "God, he looks so beautiful." Micky thought. Mike was the kind of man that Micky dreamt of being. He was strong but beautiful, firm but kind. He was loving, so so loving, and although he could appear hard on the outside, on the inside Mike was the most gentle man Micky had ever met. Mike had layers. Mike had depth. Seeing this man in emotional pain over the past two weeks had broken Micky's heart, but Micky felt blessed and thankful that this very same man had finally managed to let him in. Micky felt honoured, in fact, that Mike had been able to confide in him, despite his obvious issues and insecurities when it came to talking about his feelings.

Micky laid there, hypnotised for a while, watching the man on top of him. Being inside this man - physically and emotionally - made Micky feel special.

Mike lowered his upper body, closing the space between them. He stopped his movements, looking down at Micky under an intense gaze. "Earth to Micky." He called.

Micky was snapped out of his trance, and he smiled lovingly at his partner. "Sorry." He said.

Mike looked concerned. "Ain't you into this?" He asked.

"Of course I am." Micky said quickly. He run his hand up Mike's neck, resting it on the side of the Texan's face. "I was just thinking about how much I love you."

A little smile threatened Mike's lips. "Were you?" He asked.

Micky lifted his head, pressing his lips to Mike. "Keep going." He whispered. "I wanna make you feel good."

Mike started moving back and forward again, pushing himself down on to Micky's cock. Micky reached down between their bodies and took hold of Mike's own aching erection. Micky wrapped his fingers around Mike's length and started pumping him hard and fast.

Mike clenched his muscles around Micky, causing the curly-haired man to buck his hips and moan loudly. Mike started to move faster, his hands flat to Micky's chest again as things started to get more and more intense.

"Oh god, Mike." Micky groaned.

Mike closed his eyes, his head falling back as he rode Micky faster. Mike wrapped his hand around Micky's hand on his erection, showing Micky exactly what he wanted. A few more pumps and Mike exploded over Micky's stomach. The sight of Mike's face when he came, the look of Mike's penis as jet after jet of hot come escaped him and the feeling of Mike's body contracting around his own cock was enough to tip Micky over the edge, and he bucked his hips upwards, groaning loudly as he came inside his Texan partner.

Mike rolled off of Micky, collapsing down beside the curly haired man, and the two of them laid there breathing heavily.

"Wow," Micky finally said. "I wasn't expecting that to happen tonight."

Mike rolled on his side so he was facing Micky. "Why not?"

Micky looked at the Texan. "I just didn't think you'd want to do anything here, you know, out in the big wide world." He replied.

Mike smiled lazily before leaning forward and giving Micky a gentle kiss on the lips. "I needed it." He said, moving closer to the curly haired man again. "You've been incredible these past two weeks."

Micky gazed at Mike lovingly before glancing down at himself. "I'm a bit of a mess." He giggled, looking at the come that covered his lower stomach.

"I'll grab a cloth in a minute." Mike said with a smile. "I need to give you another kiss first."

Micky grinned, wrapping his arms around Mike's neck as the Texan leaned in. "You're gorgeous." Mike whispered just before their lips met.

Micky smiled even more as Mike's lips met his and he grinned into the kiss, losing his fingers in Mike's dark hair.

Once Micky was clean, the couple snuggled down under the covers once more, basking in the after-glow of their love-making session. The two of them laid in the darkness with Micky lying practically on top of Mike.

"Today's been a really good day." Mike said, his face buried in Micky's curly hair.

"Mmm." Micky replied sleepily as Mike's fingers danced up and down his naked back.

"This is the best I've felt in a while." Mike admitted. Micky lifted his head to look at his partner. "I feel... okay. Great, actually. I feel really great."

Micky smiled seeing how sincere Mike looked. "Good." He said gently. "That makes me feel great, too."

Mike brushed back Micky's curly hair. "I love you." He said.

"I love you too."

Mike and Micky slept soundly all night, and the Texan was the first to wake the following morning. Mike turned to his sleeping partner and smiled; Micky was laying on his stomach, his arms wrapped around his pillow with his head turned to the side. Micky's face looked so cute and squashed against the pillow, and Mike resisted all temptation to kiss Micky's soft lips.

Mike sat up, opening the curtain just a crack to look outside. It was another gorgeous late-summers day, and the lake was sparkling in the early morning sun. Mike couldn't help but smile; the birds were singing and the leaves on the trees and bushes rustled gently in the light breeze. It was very peaceful and calming.

Mike laid back down, deciding to admire his partner instead of outside. It was probably 20 minutes or more before Micky awoke, and when he saw Mike watching over him he immediately smiled.

"Morning." Mike said.

"Morning." Micky replied, rolling onto his back and stretching his arms into the air. "Did you sleep well?" He yawned.

"Like a log." Mike answered. "Of all the five-star hotels we've stayed in, I think this has gotta be the most comfy bed I've ever slept in."

"Oh my god, I know." Micky said, rolling onto his side to face the Texan. "This is so comfy. I don't think I ever want to move."

Mike grinned as Micky flopped his arm across Mike's stomach and moved closer. Micky rested his head on Mike's chest, kissing the skin firmly. "Mmm..." Micky sighed contently. "This is so nice."

Mike wrapped his arms around Micky, kissing the top of his head. Micky lifted his head a few moments later, and Mike noticed a cheeky spark in his lover's eyes.

"What's that look for?" Mike smirked.

"No reason..." Micky said in a mock-shy fashion, his eyes looking down but the smile still stuck on his face.

"Tell me." Mike grinned - he couldn't understand how Micky could look so adorable this early in the day.

"I was just thinking about last night..." Micky replied, biting his bottom lip gently. His eyes moved up to Mike's face. "That was really good."

"It was really good." Mike replied, watching Micky with intrigue.

Micky started to draw little circles on Mike's chest, and Mike knew there was so much going on behind Micky's naughty-looking eyes. "You made me feel good..."

"Did I?" Mike teased.

Micky nodded his head, still biting his lip. "I'd like to do it again," He said almost innocently, although his eyes looked far from innocent. "But this time I really want you."

"Want me to what?" Mike asked, his heart-pace starting to quicken.

Micky moved close enough for Mike to feel Micky's erection poking into him. "Fuck me." He replied breathlessly.

Mike took a deep breath, desperate to keep his cool. Teasing Micky could be fun. "Didn't you get enough last night?" He asked.

Micky shook his head in a childlike fashion, poking his bottom lip out just enough to make Mike desperate to bite it. "I really want you to fuck me." He said, his eyes filling with lust. Micky was pushing Mike, trying to get the Texan to crack first.

"Is that so?" Mike questioned, his own dick starting to respond rapidly to Micky's words and the look on his face.

Micky nodded his head, pressing his erection hard against Mike's side. "I want it. And I need it. Now."

Mike had no more time for games or teasing, and he grabbed hold of Micky and flipped them both over so he was on top. Micky smirked a devilish, filthy smirk, gazing up at Mike with satisfaction.

"You're so, so naughty." Mike said, pinning Micky's wrists to the mattress.

All Micky did was smirk wider, his eyes growing dark. "Come on, big man," Micky said seductively. "Show me what you've got."

Mike couldn't help but laugh. "You're insatiable."

Micky lifted his head so his face wasn't far from Mike's. "You love it." He whispered.

Micky and Mike made love again, and then another time straight after that. The first time was fast-paced and passionate with Micky's legs slung over Mike's shoulders - and the couple managed to make the whole campervan shake and rock backwards and forwards. The second time was more calm, more gentle and more tender - and it lasted a lot longer, too.

When they had finally finished, they both laid sweaty and exhausted side-by-side, staring at the ceiling of the campervan. Micky's stomach was once again covered in come, only it was his own load this time - two loads, to be exact - and the two of them were caked in sweat.

"Well," Micky said after managing to get his breath back. "That was a pretty good way to start the day."

Mike laughed. "Yeah," He said, blowing out a breath. "I got no complaints about that."

Micky sat up, rubbing his face with his hands and brushing his hair back before grabbing hold of the cloth that he'd tossed aside after using it to clean himself up the night before. Micky scrubbed his stomach with the dry-cloth, attempting to rid himself of the sperm that covered him.

"I really need to take a shower." Micky said, looking down at himself. "I'm covered in come. I've still got some of yours on me from last night."

"Sorry." Mike said, propping himself up on his elbows. "I can heat up some water if you want to have a wash like that."

"Or we could just jump in the lake." Micky grinned.

Mike laughed.

"What?" Micky said seriously, causing Mike to narrow his eyes. "There's a huge body of fresh water outside, we might as well use it."

"Are you being serious?" Mike questioned, amused.

"Yeah, why not?" Micky asked. "It's nature, man. I'm covered in sweat and come and I wanna get cleaned up properly."

Mike watched as Micky climbed off the bed, fully naked, and opened the van door. Mike pulled on his boxer shorts as Micky stepped outside the van, and Mike made his way to the door, shielding his eyes from the sun as he peered outside into the daylight.

There Micky stood, not too far from the van, looking out over the lake as Mike watched on from behind. Micky's perfect backside and his gorgeous, tanned back were a wonderful view for Mike. Mike watched as Micky stretched his arms high in the air, and he couldn't help but smile and admire Micky's confidence; although no one was around, there was no way Mike would feel comfortable standing outside naked.

Micky peaked at Mike from over his shoulder. "This is such a great view." He gushed.

"I was just thinking the same thing." Mike smiled - although he wasn't talking about the lake.

Micky simply smiled, innocent to what Mike's comment really meant. Micky then started to cautiously walk towards the lake, tip-toeing barefoot and careful not to trod on anything.

Mike pulled on his slip-on shoes that were just inside the van, and he stepped outside. "You ain't really gonna go in there, are you?" He called.

"Sure I am!" Micky replied excitedly, reaching the water and dipping his toe in. Mike watched as Micky quickly pulled his foot away. "It's a bit cold." He said.

Mike laughed. "Don't go in if you're gonna freeze." He said.

Micky waved his hand dismissively. "It'll be fine, I can take it!" He said confidently. "Grab me that soap, will you?"

Mike rolled his eyes, deciding to humour his partner. Mike stepped inside and grabbed the bar of soap and a towel before walking further down the lakeside. Micky looked over his shoulder, both his feet now in the water, and he opened his hands out to Mike, prompting the Texan to chuck him the soap.

Mike tossed the soap to Micky. "Don't go in there, babe." He said, realising Micky wasn't fooling around. "You'll catch your death."

"No I won't." Micky replied casually, unfazed by Mike's comments. "Come and join me!"

Mike scoffed. "You gotta be puttin' me on."

"Don't be such a scaredy cat," Micky teased, turning away from Mike and stepping further into the water. "It's quite nice once you get used to it."

"There ain't no way I'm goin' in there." Mike laughed, folding his arms.

"You just gotta be brave." Micky said as he edged in further - he was now up to his knees. "You just gotta take the plunge and jump in!"

Mike tutted, shaking his head. "You're crazy." He said.

"It's nature, man!" Micky shouted. "You've got to embrace it!"

Micky then leapt forward, diving into the water and letting out a shriek of "Wooo!" as he did so. Micky splashed down, causing Mike to put his hands over his face as he laughed at his partners antics.

"Fuck!" Micky shouted, laughing as he managed to get to his feet. He was now chest-deep. "It is freezing!"

"I told you it'd be cold!" Mike called, walking closer to the lake. "You're mad, baby. Get out of there!"

"No way, man! I'm in now!" Micky said, bobbing back down so only his head was poking out of the water. "Come in here, you'll love it!"

"No I won't!" Mike laughed as Micky splashed around. "There ain't no way I'm coming in there."

"You're such a spoil sport." Micky pouted, attempting to splash Mike from where he was in the water - but only a few tiny drops of water managed to reach the Texan from where he stood on the shoreline.

"I'm more than happy to wait for a nice, warm shower in the privacy of my own bathroom when I get home, thanks." Mike laughed.

Mike watched as Micky rubbed himself with the bar of soap and lathered himself up, and the Texan found himself smiling. No longer did he feel amused, but instead he basked in the sight in front of him; his beautiful boy, who he'd made mad, passionate love to not long before, was now bathing naked in a beautiful lake in the early morning sunlight. Mike felt like he was in a movie, although he knew traditionally the person bathing in the water would be a woman, but Micky was just as pretty - if not more so - than any woman Mike had ever seen, so it set the scene perfectly.

"Have you finished perving on me already?" Micky called, distracting Mike from his thoughts.

Mike noticed that Micky was staring at him as he rinsed off the soapy bubbles. "It's like I told ya before," Mike called back. "I'm just enjoying the view."

Micky grinned, and it was a smile that shone even brighter than the morning sun. Micky dipped down in the water once more, ridding himself of the bubbles and splashing some water on his face. He then started to make his way out of the water.

When Micky got below waist-deep, he looked down at himself. "I'm so glad you put some underwear on," He said as he splashed along, looking down at his nether-region. "I really wouldn't want to see my dick compared to yours right now. The cold has made it shrink."

Mike tilted his head back and laughed, holding open the towel as Micky emerged completely from the water. "Come here," He said as Micky finally reached him. Mike surrounded Micky in the towel, pulling him close and feeling how cold his boy was. "Oh Mick, you're shivering."

"Yeah..." Micky said, trembling in Mike's arms. "It probably would've been better if I waited until the sun was stronger."

Mike tutted loudly. "Come on, let's get you inside."

About 20 minutes later, Micky and Mike sat in the campervan drinking coffee that Mike had prepared after heating some water on the stove. Micky was wrapped in a blanket, now dry and finally warming up, with his hands around the hot mug of coffee.

"You are a stupid boy, you know that?" Mike teased, shaking his head.

Micky giggled. "It was fun though, and it sure as hell woke me up." He said. "After that session we had I would usually need to sleep for at least a couple of hours after that, but now I feel wide awake."

"I think I'd rather be tired." Mike laughed.

Micky peaked at himself under the blanket. "My dick seems to have returned to normal size now, thank god." He said.

Mike chuckled. "You did look good out there, I gotta say." He said.

Micky looked up. "Even with my little dick?"

"Even with your little dick, yeah." Mike replied with an amused smile.

Micky beamed at the Texan. "That's true love, right there."

A short while after that, when both men were fully dressed, they decided to take another short walk before packing up their stuff and returning home.

"This has been real fun, Mick." Mike said as they strolled along. "I feel like I really needed this."

Micky simply smiled at his partner before pulling out a pocket knife. Micky then approached a tree and started carving something into the bark.

Mike watched over his partner curiously. "What are you doin'?" He asked.

Micky didn't reply and continued to focus on the task at hand. Mike stepped a little closer and noticed that Micky had carved an 'M' into the wood. When Micky started to draw a line next to it which looked like an 'I', Mike felt a little panic bubble in his stomach.

"You ain't writing our names, are you?" Mike questioned.

"No, just our initials." Micky said, adding a curve to the line to complete a 'D'.

Mike stood there quietly, and although he knew it was stupid, he couldn't help but feel rather uncomfortable.

After Micky completed a '+' underneath the 'MD', he turned to look at the Texan, sensing something was up.

"So," Micky said casually. "Are you feeling awkward because I'm acting like a 14 year old school girl carving our initials into a tree, or is it because you think someone is gonna see it and suss out that it's us?"

Mike smiled weakly.

"Because thinking that I'm acting like a lovesick teenager would be much more justifiable than the other option." Micky finished, looking at Mike sympathetically.

Mike sighed, sitting himself down on a log near the tree. "I'm sorry." He said. "I know it's dumb."

Micky turned back to the tree and added an 'MN' beneath the plus-sign. Micky stood back and admired his handy-work before plopping down next to Mike on the log.

"I'm probably the dumb one." Micky said as they both looked at the tree. "It is pretty childish, but I think it's cute, too. It's just a bit of fun."

Mike didn't say anything; he did think it was cute, and it was such a Micky thing to do - even if it was quite silly and childish. But it being silly and childish wasn't what Mike's problem was.

"You think someone is going to spot it, don't you?" Micky asked again. "And you think they'll somehow know that it's us."

"I know I'm being totally irrational." Mike admitted.

"Yeah, you are." Micky said. "There's millions of MD's and MN's in the world, Mike."

"I know there are." Mike conceded. "You should just ignore me. I know I'm bein' stupid."

Micky smiled sympathetically. "You're not being stupid, Mike." He said. "You're just looking out for us. You're trying to protect us. But what you need to understand is that I would never do anything to put us in danger, just like you wouldn't."

"I know you wouldn't." Mike said, turning to the curly-haired man. "It's just weird, that's all. It's like- I dunno. It's like we're teasing people, almost."

Micky smiled. "There's no one here." He said.

Mike rubbed his face with his hand. "I'm being totally ridiculous."

Micky lightly punched Mike on the arm in a playful, loving fashion. "It doesn't matter." He said. "I just thought it'd be cute, that's all. Whenever we come back here we'll be able to see it. In years and years to come, it'll still be here. I think that's really groovy. I like the idea of coming back here when we're really old and seeing our tree there. I love things like that."

Mike's stomach flipped at Micky's words; Micky really believed they would grow old together? The way Micky had said those words were as if it was a no-brainer. In Micky's eyes, of course they would still be together when they were old. In Micky's eyes, nothing could possibly come between them. That both touched Mike's heart and scared him at the same time; not because he didn't want to grow old with Micky, but because of Micky's absolute certainty that that was the way it was definitely going to be.

"What are you thinking?" Micky asked curiously, and Mike knew that if he had a dollar for every time Micky had asked him that question then he would be a much richer man than he was already.

Mike looked at his partner's innocent, inquisitive face and he couldn't help but smile. "You're the sweetest human being, do you know that?"

Micky grinned. "Aw." He said, punching Mike playfully again. "And you're a big worrier."

Mike simply smiled as Micky rose to his feet. "Come on, we should probably think about heading home soon." He said.

"Yeah." Mike sighed, rising to his feet.

"We'll come back soon though, won't we?" Micky asked. "I'd like to make a habit of coming back here pretty often."

"Not too often, though." Mike said. "Not 'cause I don't want to, but because I don't ever want this place to be normal for us. It's like the people who wish it was Christmas every day; well where's the fun in that? It wouldn't be special if it was just an every day thing."

"That's true." Micky nodded thoughtfully. "But I've had a great time. I'm really glad you came with me."

"Me too." Mike said, stepping forward. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear before pressing a small kiss to Micky's lips. When Mike stepped back, Micky looked as if he could hardly contain the smile on his face. "Thanks for this, Mick."

Micky beamed at the Texan. "You're welcome." He said sincerely. "Come on, let's go home."