Back in the motel room, Kimo set about starting a fire in the wood stove. There was a full pile of wood, and he figured the staff brought it in. He kept stealing glances at Dylan, who rested on the couch, reading his book. As the fire came to life, Kimo lit candles in jars around the room, turned the lights off, took Dylan’s book from his hand, and straddled him.
“Bro, I am so horny, I need sex.”
Dylan pulled him close for a long and deep kiss with tongue. “Me, too. Fuck me.”
“Then you’ll fuck me, right?” He got off and cradled Dylan in his arms and carried him to bed, just like earlier.
Dylan was quick to make himself naked, and his hard, leaking cock throbbed. Kimo took less than a minute to remove all his clothes, and he joined Dylan on the bed. They went into sixty-nine, sucking each other.
After a while, Kimo said, “I wish Sabrina was here to watch us. It surprised me she wasn’t into bi guys or multiples any more. I was sure she’d want us.”
“Yeah, she’s sexy. I’d do her.”
They went back to sucking, and Kimo took Dylan deep and the cock head hit his throat, making Dylan moan. They sucked more, but Dylan couldn’t take as much as Kimo did. Kimo’s cock was just frigging huge.
Kimo stood and stroked his dick. “Dylan, I need it so bad. Can I fuck you first?”
“Sure. What position?”
“You on your back.” He got lube and put a rubber on and then threw a copious amount of lube to Dylan’s ass. He put a pillow under Dylan’s hips and spread his legs and lifted his knees.
“Don’t split me into two, okay? Go in easy.”
Kimo moaned, got in position, and pretty much rammed his cock in.
“Ooooow. Dude, I said go easy.”
“Sorry, brudder, I’m too horny. Can I fuck you?”
Dylan grinned and said, “Just give my ass a minute to adjust to that horse cock.”
Kimo waited, and when Dylan nodded, he took up a fucking motion. “I can’t last long. My dick has been hard most of the day.”
“Maybe someday we can do it bareback.”
“Oh, brudder, that would be awesome.” He tensed, grunted, and shot his wad, holding still with his dick balls deep. He leaned down and kissed Dylan. “Sorry, bro, but now that I came, I don’t want it in my ass anymore.” He rolled off and away with his back to Dylan.
Dylan jumped on him. “You are an asshole, but don’t worry, I’ll fuck you good.” They grinned and kissed. “I know you want it.”
“Dylan, you’re so smart and cool. I want to have your babies.”
Dylan laughed, got a rubber on, and lubed it and Kimo’s ass.
“It’s okay to hurt me, bro.”
Dylan drove in fast and deep and took up a quick fuck routine, driving his hips into Kimo’s ass with each stroke.
“Yes, oh, yes, I love it. No woman can do this.”
“She can if she pegs you.”
“Never had that, but I’d try.”
Dylan leaned down as he worked Kimo’s ass and bit his back.
“Damn, I like that, too. You’re a great lover, Dylan. I love you.” And he meant it.
* * * *
“I love you, too. Ohhhhhhh, damn!” Breathing hard, Dylan came with thunder in his ears and colored lights behind his closed eye lids. He stayed still for a few moments before pulling out. As he dismounted, the clock radio went black. “Dude, we lost electricity again.”
They got out of bed. Kimo put more wood in the stove. “Take a shower with me?”
Dylan grinned. “My pleasure.” He ran the water, and it was hot by the time Kimo entered the bathroom with only a candle in a jar to light them. They got in under the hot water and hugged. “I meant that I loved you, Kimo. You are very special. I feel a connection to you, like we belong together. I know, that’s something a girl would say.”
Kimo wrapped his arms tight around Dylan. “Yeah, a girl would say that, and that’s what makes it special when you said it. I feel a connection with you. Maybe we knew each other in a prior life, or maybe it’s a case of synchronicity.”
“I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want it to end after we get out of Florence. I can move here.”
“What would you do for work?”
They washed each other.
Dylan said, “I don’t know, but I can find something somewhere.”
“But would you be happy?”
“Kimo, I’d be happy as long as I’m with you.”
“No, brudder, you have to be happy in your job. You don’t want to move too quick. What if we don’t hit it off long-term?”
Dylan dropped the bar of soap and hugged Kimo. “I want to be with you. I understand if you need some pussy now and again. You don’t have to sneak. Just tell me.”
“You’re so frigging sweet.” Kimo picked up the soap and finished washing them. They washed off and toweled each other. Then they climbed into bed naked with the curtains open and watched the snow. The flakes fell lightly but piled up even more, and they cuddled with the comforter pulled over them.
Dylan rested his head in the crook of Kimo’s shoulder.
Kimo ran his hands through Dylan’s hair. “I love your short hair.”
“I love you doing that.”
They chatted about life and their growing up years. Kimo said he always felt different, and at sixteen, he accepted he was bisexual.
Dylan said he was fourteen. He heard his parents talking about something in the news, and he did some Internet research and immediately went to his parents and announced he was bi. They just accepted it.
“Yeah, bro, like I said, in Hawaii, there’s a lot of gay and bisexual stuff. No big deal. No one cares. We just accept it.”
The electricity came back on, and Dylan jumped from the bed to make some microwave popcorn. A few minutes later, the electricity failed again. “Good thing for the wood stove. I love fire. When I get my own house someday, I want a wood stove.”
“That sounds cool, man.” They fed each other popcorn and cuddled. “Dylan, you’re the first guy I’ve been with who cuddles after sex.”
“That’s because you’re not just a fuck bud, you’re a lover.” They kissed tenderly.
Kimo told Dylan how to add wood to the stove, and he stocked it well. They fell asleep hugging and woke at two A.M. The fire was out, and they made slow love, returning to sleep with Kimo spooning Dylan.
The next morning, the guys lounged in bed, watching the snow still falling and gathering.
“Kimo, do you know what serendipity is?”
“What, you think this hot and sexy Hawaiian boy don’t know your fancy words?” He laughed and kissed Dylan. “Yeah, bro, I was thinking of that very word last night at dinner. I think that’s what brought us together. I feel a connection with you.”
Dylan whispered, “Thank you,” as he fought tears.