Blinking into the first rays of morning, Brian stuck in his pinkie to dislodge what he could. He was flat on his back, the sky a pale, watery blue that would deepen as the sun continued its journey. Or the Earth, he supposed. Either way, there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. Another day in paradise. He forced his lungs to expand and turned his head to the right. Troy had spooned him for part of the night, and then they’d separated in sleep, and Troy was on his side facing away. Freckles danced across his shoulder blades, and Brian fisted his hand to keep from reaching out. The blanket that was tangled around Brian’s thighs had slipped down to Troy’s waist. Brian assumed Troy’s cock was hanging out of his shorts the way his was. He knew Troy was also sticky with dried semen. This was the second night in a row they’d ended up sleeping by the fire and not in their teepee. Insect bites itched near his ankles, and he scratched at a series of red bumps on his arm.
