A/N: Again, this is a smut/fluff chapter. Very long and probably won't be super enjoyable for readers who hate Dom. For those that do like Dom, I can't wait to eventually publish his POV book. I know his audience will be small but it'll be nice for others to see his side of this story too.
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Dominic had left on his own to pick up Lily from the city. I didn't think it was a good idea to leave the campsite unattended, plus I had no interest in riding in the car for the hour it took to drive there and the hour back. As the day wore on, I found myself immersed in the serene beauty of the forest, relishing the solitude that stretched for miles around the campsite. It was a blissful escape from the scorching California sun and a chance to reminisce the memories of my childhood camping adventures.
I hadn't even known how badly I needed this trip. It made me realize just how much of myself I had lost since moving to California. I didn't even recognize who I was becoming. Was that just normal for becoming an adult? I still had around seven months before my 18th birthday. I felt the weight of adulthood pressing upon me, especially after being forced out of my parents' home. However, being back in the embrace of Oregon's forests seemed to mend my wounded spirit.
Time seemed to crawl as I awaited Dom and Lily's return. The car's tires on the gravel road finally broke the silence, signaling their arrival. The sun was due to set soon and they had been gone longer than the two hours it should have taken. I couldn't help but wonder if Dom had spent some time with James before bringing Lily to the campground. Jealousy flickered within me, but I swiftly suppressed it, not wanting to let it tarnish the joy of the trip. Finally, Dom parked the car, and Lily emerged, immediately hugging herself to ward off the chill.
"Damn, it's freezing out here!" she exclaimed, her teeth chattering. "How did you guys manage to get any sleep last night?"
Dom joined her, stepping out of the car and swiftly encircling his shivering wife with his strong arms.
"We spent the night huddled together for warmth," Dominic quipped, his grin mischievous which Lily interpreted as jest. "Naked." He added.
Lily responded with a playful jab, "Ew, I always suspected you might be into little boys!" Their laughter mingled as they shared a kiss.
I looked away, disgusted by their affection. "I'm not a little boy," I grumbled, feeling slighted. Despite my age, Dom's bond with me wasn't too corrupting. I was nearly an adult, able to make my own choices when it came to who I shared my bed with. And I was well aware that my choices likely weren't the greatest right now... But I felt brave enough to explore those bad choices. Lily needed to start seeing me as an adult if Dom ever intended to disclose his feelings for me.
Lily laughed, "Oh, Adam, in my mind, you're forever that 10-year-old boy I left behind when I moved out." She slipped free from Dom's embrace to affectionately pinch my cheek.
I dodged her gesture, pulling out of her playful pinch, relieved Dom hadn't seen me during those awkward years.
"I'm sure you were a cutie," Dominic winked, still playing on the liking little boys joke Lily made. It was probably an attempt to ease Lily into the idea of accepting his feelings for me, by disguising it as a joke.
"Gay," I retorted, rolling my eyes, which only made him chuckle.
"So, what's for dinner?" Lily plopped down into Dom's camping chair, leaving him to squeeze into her smaller one. It was quite a sight since he clearly didn't fit in hers, and she looked tiny in his.
"I can grill up some burgers," Dominic suggested, a smile lighting up his face.
Grilling was always his thing, even back in California, in his gorgeous backyard. At least here, he had something he truly enjoyed doing. I was pretty sure he despised everything else about this trip, except for our sexual escapades.
Once Dom finished cooking the burgers, Lily asked him to set up her sleeping area while there was still a bit of daylight left. I wondered how she wanted the sleeping arrangements to be. What would be more appropriate? Lily sleeping between two men, one of them being her brother? Or the other option, Dom sleeping between us, keeping my sister away from me. It had to make sense for her to avoid sleeping next to another guy, right? Dom would surely arrange the sleeping bags in a way that would bring him closer to me, and I wasn't entirely against the idea. Soon he emerged from the tent, giving me a playful wink before returning to his chair beside Lily.
The rest of the evening was spent chatting and enjoying our meal around the crackling fire. Lily was ecstatic as she described her concert in Portland and how she had already lined up a few more shows during our trip. We were expected to attend at least one of them, according to her.
"How was it playing back home?" I asked, curious if she missed Oregon as much as I did.
"It was incredible!" She beamed, a wide smile spreading across her face. "There's something so refreshing about stepping out into the cool air after a show."
"How was James? Did you guys have fun without me?" Dominic chimed in, his eyes briefly meeting mine before returning to Lily.
"Aw, Dommm, are you feeling jealous?" Lily teased, reaching over to Dom's chair and cupping his face in her hands, pulling his tall frame closer for a kiss. "I'm all yours now, husband."
I quickly looked away, unable to hide the disgust on my face. How could she treat him like that? And so shamelessly too. When I shot a glance back at them, Dom was holding Lily's hand as she continued to hold his face, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the kiss. I rolled my eyes and let out a deep exhale, wishing I understood him better.
Soon enough Lily's energy finally waned, seeming exhausted after spending the previous night up rocking the stage and, presumably, James's world. She pleaded with Dominic to join her in in the tent, but he stood resolute, insisting she stay awake with us instead. With a hint of irritation for his refusal, she spun on her heel and vanished into the tent alone.
"Aw, Dom, I wanted the middle spot!" Lily's voice floated out, a playful whine in her tone upon noticing our sleeping setup. "I'm the smallest, I should be sandwiched in the center, being warmed on both sides."
Dom and I exchanged a glance.
"Sorry, my love, I'm just not used to this cold weather like you and Adam," Dominic offered, his voice laced with a feigned apology. "I'm sure I'll be more than enough to keep you warm."
"You can keep me warm sleeping on the outside," Her response came as a muffled grumble, no doubt rearranging our sleeping arrangement to her preference, with her spot nestled cozily between ours.
Dominic's expression hardened with a rare flicker of annoyance towards Lily. He must've really wanted to be between us. Of course he would, the pervert.
The campfire's glow kept us company long after Lily had retreated to the tent, our conversation meandering with the smoke into the crisp night air. Before long, Lily's soft snores joined the symphony of the crackling flames and the whispers of the forest. A few long stretches of silence settled between Dom and I, and it was far from uncomfortable. If anything, I was finally feeling content.
"I don't know how she managed to fall asleep in there with no other body heat," Dominic mused aloud, breaking the comfortable silence.
"You know we like things cold," I shrugged. Lily was a fan of Oregon just as much as I was.
"Is that why your heart's so frosty?" he teased, and I just stared at him, unamused.
"The sleeping bags do their job," I said, choosing to ignore his comment. "And the pajamas help, probably."
He leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Well, we wouldn't really know, would we?" He kept his voice low, a smirk growing on his face at the unspoken memories of the night before.
I could tell he wanted to say more that would incriminate us but I hoped he wouldn't. We were definitely within earshot of Lily's slumbering body, and likely easier to hear due to the forests quietness. I did not want her having weird dreams about whatever she overheard in her subconscious. It would be even worse if she woke up.
A quiet stillness settled between us, and I could tell Dominic eagerly awaited my response, hoping for a flirty whip back. But I remained silent, refusing to indulge his flirtatious banter. When he realized I was done talking, he rose from his seat, moving it right beside me, on the opposite side of the fire from the tent. I wondered if he deliberately chose that spot to shield our shadows from casting any scandalous silhouettes on the tent walls. I kept my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the flames, trying to ignore his proximity, wishing he wouldn't mess with me with Lily so close.
"It's cold," he whispered, his voice carrying a touch too far.
"Mhm," I murmured, realizing words were not coming easy, my anticipation growing. And as expected, his warm hand found mine, seeking solace from the cold.
"Oh! You're freezing!" he exclaimed, sounding genuinely alarmed as he brought my fingers to his lips.
He kissed them gently, even slipping one of my fingers into his mouth. The warmth and the wetness sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of Ryan and how arousing it had been when he licked and sucked my hand, cleaning his cum off it. I tried to pull my hand away, the memory making me realize I was missing him. Dominic released his grip, only to capture my other hand and repeat the same affectionate gesture. I let out a frustrated huff, reluctantly allowing it. He grinned at my surrender.
"You're so cute when you pretend to hate it," he whispered, and I yanked my hand back, casting an uneasy glance towards the tent. Lily's gentle snores continued, undisturbed, while Dominic seemed amused by my anxiousness.
"I'm going to bed," I grumbled, gracefully sliding out of my camping chair.
"Kiss me goodnight?" he playfully requested, his smile luring me in.
My gaze shifted towards the tent, where Lily's peaceful slumber assured me of our privacy. Without uttering a word, I took a deliberate step towards Dom. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable as he eagerly reached out for me. Yielding to his magnetic pull, I found myself settled in his embrace, perched delicately on his lap. Our lips met, igniting a fiery dance that mirrored the crackling flames before us. My heart raced, my body aflame with an intoxicating mix of desire and excitement.
The kiss deepened, growing more insistent as our shared hunger intensified. His warm hand ventured beneath my shirt, seeking out a sensitive nipple to tease. A soft moan escaped my lips, cheeks flushing with pleasure and embarrassment. Knowing we needed to stop, I reluctantly broke the kiss, sighing with a sense of satisfaction as we locked gazes in wordless communion. Still nestled in his lap, my arms remained wrapped around his neck, feeling the undeniable heat of his desire beneath me. His longing gaze, though intense, stirred a flicker of unease within me.
"I want you," he whispered, but I swiftly shook my head, slipping off his lap. "Hey!" His voice rose, sending a wave of panic through me as his hand shot out, firmly grasping my wrist to prevent my escape.
Anxiously, I glanced towards the tent, checking if Lily had awoken to the noise. Nothing. I turned my gaze back to Dom, taken aback by the hurt etched across his face, wounded by my rejection. I remained frozen, allowing his hand to intertwine with mine.
"Sorry," I mumbled, casting my eyes downward, a strange sense of guilt washing over me.
"I said," He began, insistently pulling me closer, settling me back onto his lap, his lips tenderly pressing against my knuckles. "I want you."
I was unsure of what he meant, since I had already declared my commitment to him multiple times. He made me say I was his almost every time Ryan left his house. Plus, we had been engaging in sexual encounters for weeks now, without my resistance. Maybe he meant he wanted me right now, with Lily sleeping just a few yards away. But I couldn't bring myself to indulge while she was so close, likely sleeping very lightly.
"I know Lily doesn't mind whoring you out for her own pleasure, but I won't do that to her with her right there," I said flatly.
"But I just wanna be your whore," Dom pouted playfully, his lips finding solace on my palm, planting a tender kiss. "Please use me."
"Dom, no," I whispered, my gaze shifting towards the tent where Lily lay sleeping. "Last night was enough."
He leaned in closer, his voice barely a murmur against my skin as his lips brushed gently against my throat. "We've done worse with her in view," he said, his words filled with a mix of desire and mischief.
He had a point. We had, mostly Dom had, taken risks while Lily was close enough to discover us. It was how our strange relationship began. But something about tonight made me hesitant. The stillness of the forest, the quietness of the night, and the slight discomfort of sleeping on the ground made me think any sound or movement could instantly awaken Lily.
"I'm going to bed," I said firmly, my resolve clear.
Dominic's face fell into a slight frown, disappointment etched across his features. "At least come pee with me," he suggested suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I narrowed my eyes, suspicious.
"Seriously?" I questioned, my voice laced with skepticism.
A playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "What? I'm too scared to go alone," he admitted with a laugh.
Taking a moment to consider his offer, I realized that a quick bathroom break before settling in for the night wasn't a bad idea. "Okay," I agreed. "Nature calls."
With that, Dominic swiftly stood up, and I followed suit. Together, we ventured into the night. He led me deep into the forest, where the darkness enveloped us without the comforting glow of the fire. His flashlight barely provided enough light to guide our way. Eventually, we stumbled upon a somewhat clear area near the crashing sounds of the stream. We both stood next to a decomposing tree stump, silently agreeing that it would serve as our makeshift urinal.
Just as I was about to unbutton my jeans, Dom surprised me by reaching over and doing it for me. I was caught off guard, frozen in disbelief as he pulled out my dick and held it for me.
"Go ahead," he said casually, still holding my dick. I raised an eyebrow at him, which only made him laugh. "Here, hold mine," he added, fishing out his own dick and offering it to me. I just stared at him, slightly disgusted. When I didn't move, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his.
It was quite the challenge to piss with Dom holding me. I was semi erect and my body was struggling to start the stream as I fought against my growing arousal. Dominic, on the other hand, started right away, and eventually, mine began to trickle out slowly and then all at once. We held onto each other's dicks while relieving ourselves, both aiming for the same spot.
"You're so weird," I said, shaking my head.
"You have no idea," Dom laughed, giving my dick a final shake once I finished. What did he mean that I had no idea? Didn't I? I thought I knew all about his kinky perverted desires. The thought lingered in my mind as he teasingly asked, "Should I lick it clean?"
Strangely, I found myself intrigued by the offer, but I kept my face masked with disgust. I released his dick when his stream ended, staying silent as he waited for an answer. When I didn't say no, he got down on his knees in front of me, looking up and waiting for my refusal. There was no way I was about to tell him outright to lick the piss off my dick, though the idea did make my cock twitch.
My lips pursed awkwardly and he took my silence as permission. His mouth found my slowly hardening cock, his tongue swirling around the tip as if savoring it. I was both disgusted and strangely aroused by the idea of him cleaning any leftover droplets. My dick quickly filled his mouth, and a quiet moan escaped me. I was shocked to find myself enjoying something so unusual.
"S-stop," I weakly pushed at his head, but he continued, his mouth quickly taking me deeper into his throat. "Dom!" I hissed, my fingers entwined in his hair.
Feeling conflicted, I pulled him closer, then pushed him away, torn between wanting him to stop and wanting to indulge in the pleasure. His movements gained momentum, and soon my hands acted on their own, guiding his mouth forward and backward on my dick. I glanced in the direction of our campsite, satisfied that it seemed distant enough for us to make noise, especially with the noisy creek beside us.
"Mmmh," Dominic moaned, his throat vibrating with desire as if he had just tasted the most exquisite drink. With one hand on my ass, he urged me to move my hips, to fuck his face at any pace that pleased me.
I thrusted into him swiftly, my dick sinking deep into his throat. I couldn't help but marvel at Dom's incredible ability to take such motion without a hint of discomfort. I wondered if he even had a gag reflex, since I had never managed to make him choke even once. I bit my lip, my fingers entwined in his hair, guiding his movements. While I often found pleasure in the twisted idea of using Dom's face for my own gratification, a new, twisted thought began to stir within me.
Lily would never experience this side of her husband. She could never have him on his knees for her, with a mouthful of dick being forced down his throat. Sure, she had probably seen him with other men, but I doubted he felt for them as passionately as he did for me. It felt like I had an exclusive claim to this submissive part of him, the side that willingly surrendered to me and let me use his face however I wanted.
In this moment, Dom belonged to me, and it gave me a strange sense of power. As he professed his desire earlier, Dom was my whore to use, and it ignited a thrilling sensation within me. Using his mouth in this way, knowing that Lily could never possess him with such fervor, heightened my pleasure. Dom took the relentless pace of my dick beautifully, and we both reveled in the act.
With the vulgar thoughts fueling my climax, my dick erupted into his mouth. Dominic eagerly swallowed every drop, his hunger for me insatiable. He seemed intent on continuing to suck my softening cock, his desire unwavering, until it became too much for me. I gently pushed him away, breathless and gasping, "Stop! That's enough!"
He released me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he licked them. "You taste incredible. Thank you for feeding me, my sweet boy," he said, his words embarrassing me. As he stood up, his hand instinctively went to the bulge growing in his pants.
Trying to hide how please I was at his bizarre words, I quickly spoke up. "Can we go back now?" I asked.
"Of course," he agreed, pulling me close and planting a kiss on my lips. My nose scrunched up in response, and I turned my face away.
"Don't kiss me after you just slurped my piss dick," I said, only making him laugh.
"I'll let you clean mine next time," he smirked.
"In your dreams," I snorted, tucking my dick back into my pants.
"Well, in my dreams, you're drinking it," he quipped, still grinning. I couldn't quite tell if he was just having fun grossing me out or if he was actually into that. He really wanted me to drink his piss?
"You're disgusting," I huffed, trying to hide the fact that his words stirred something within me.
"I'll happily drink yours if that's more to your liking," he smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. He was definitely teasing me.
"Are you trying to make me throw up?" I pushed him away, feeling a mix of amusement and disgust.
He chuckled, stumbling a bit before regaining his balance and returning to my side. "Nope, I'm not that disgusting," he said, draping his arm over my shoulder as we made our way back to the campsite.
Lily was still fast asleep in the tent. I headed towards it, ready to call it a night, while Dominic settled back into his camping chair.
"I'll be thinking about you," he said with a wink, his hand starting to rub the bulge in his pants. He was clearly still turned on. "Real goodnight kiss now?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
"You've had enough for tonight," I replied, unzipping the tent. Dom pouted, watching me as I closed the zipper. "And don't come in. I need to change into my pajamas."
"Sure, like I've never seen you naked before," he remarked sarcastically, not bothering to lower his voice. I glanced down at Lily, who was barely visible in the dim firelight outside the tent. She stirred sleepily, but if she was awake, she didn't seem concerned by our conversation.
I quickly changed into my cozy pajamas and snuggled into my designated spot. I was suddenly relieved that Dom wasn't in the middle. If he was, I knew he'd be touching me all throughout the night, all with Lily right behind him. At least this way, having her in the middle acted as a barrier between us, and I didn't have to worry about her discovering us.
It was slightly too warm with all the bedding and pajamas so I unzipped the sleeping bag slightly to allow a small bit of air in. It made it bearable. Soon enough the fire outside the tent started to dim, and the familiar sound of the zipper announced Dom's entrance. It had been maybe half an hour since I left him to come to bed. He used a dim flashlight to rummage through his bag, searching for his own pajamas.
I could sense Lily shifting, her snoring coming to a stop as Dom settled into his spot next to her. She silently turned her body towards him, and suddenly, a wave of horror washed over me at the thought of Dom using this night to have fun with Lily instead of me. Annoyance flared up inside me as he affectionately draped his arm over her, the weight landing casually on top of my sleeping bag. But then I realized he was reaching over her, reaching for me. That eased my jealous heart somewhat.
I pretended to be fast asleep as Dom made excuses to shift around, trying to find a comfortable position. But really, I knew he was actually feeling around the top of my sleeping bag, searching for where my dick was. Knowing Lily had her back to me as she snuggled into her husbands chest, I decided to move Dom's hand.
I could almost sense his disappointment when I moved his hand away. But then, I lifted the slightly unzipped sleeping bag, creating an opening for him. He quickly found his way in, slipping his hand under my pajama shirt where I tensed as his startling coldness made contact with my abs. He couldn't help but let out a quiet, amused chuckle at my misery. Fucking sadist.
Minutes passed with his hand resting motionless on my flat stomach. Gradually, his cold fingers seemed to warm up against my body heat. Lily's breathing returned to the soft rhythm of a snore, and Dom's hand lowered, coming to rest over my dick which was hidden beneath the layers of my clothes. I shifted slightly, giving Dom the opportunity to slide his hand down my pajama pants and into my boxers. A satisfied sigh escaped me as his large hand finally grasped my hard dick, and in that moment, I couldn't help but wish that Lily wasn't between us so I could hold his as well.
As Dominic's hand began a slow jacking off motion, a surge of panic shot through me and I was quick to place my hand over his, halting his movements. I couldn't let him jerk me off, not with Lily right there between us. In the pitch-black darkness, every movement felt amplified, and I couldn't help but imagine Lily waking up, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected motion. I thought of her carelessly reaching out, discovering with horror that her husband was molesting her teenage brother. At least that was likely how she would see it at first. The thought made my face flush with embarrassment.
Plus, what if Dominic fell asleep with his hand on my dick? The thought sent a wave of mortification crashing over me. I couldn't bear waking up to Lily's screams the next morning, her eyes widening in shock as she laid eyes on the scene. It would be so unbearably humiliating. The car ride back to California would undoubtedly be filled with an awkward tension. Maybe she would even kick both of us out of Dom's car, leaving us to find our own way home. Or worse, abandon me entirely with Dominic while she returned to our parents, to tell them just how horrible I was. The thought made my mouth dry with anxiety.
Feeling increasingly uneasy with Dom's hand on me, I rolled onto my side, my back turned to them. But even in that position, Dominic's long arms seemed to defy the laws of physics, easily able to reach my hard dick. What was he trying to do? How could he do this with Lily so close, nearly sandwiched between us? He had already made me come earlier, so why was he persisting? The whole situation had me on edge and I wished he would just stop.
But instead, his thumb began to trace a slow path around the tip of my dick, each gentle stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. It was a torturous ecstasy, a terrible mix of pleasure and frustration that made my heart pound. His touch was so slight that Lily wouldn't be able to feel the subtle motion, but it was still enough to drive me crazy. My body begged for more, ached to respond, but I fought to stay still, my breath hitching with unbridled desire. Why did he have to do this with her here??
But then Lily rolled over, her body facing my back. Both Dom and I tensed, wondering if she had woken. Would she be able to sense Dom's hand on me more easily now from her new position? I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation for one last blissful moment before reluctantly pushing Dom's hand away. My dick throbbed with longing at the sudden loss of his touch. I could hear Dom's disappointed grunt in response but he thankfully retracted his arm.
The heat of desire still pulsed through my veins. I yearned for the lingering arousal to fade. I was slightly annoyed knowing that since Lily and Dom were spooning now, Dom's erection was likely pressed firmly to her backside. At least her gentle snore confirmed that she was unaware of it. Gradually, the intensity of my desire waned, jealousy, and guilt for having said jealousy, was enough to kill my hard on. I let out a deep sigh, drifting into the depths of sleep where my dreams eagerly picked up where Dom left off.
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