Lumberjack Fantasies (Camping w/ CT)
I wrote this on my phone while I’m on vacatio. I’m a little rusty when it comes to my writing skills, so I hope this isn’t totally, totally terrible!
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The two of you wake up at the crack of dawn. You pack all of your gear into the back of his car and start heading north towards the mountain range. Both of you are still kind of tired, so you don’t say much on the drive up, but Chris takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently from time to time as he exchanges quick glances with you and smiles in anticipation of the adventure that you will be sharing together.
Chris turns down the radio as the signal fades and you start your descent up the mountain. No accompanying music could do justice to the sights you’re taking in as you slowly pass the most intricately carved mountains, rows of trees so tall you can just barely see them touch the pale lavender skies, and a deer feeding and tending to her fawn. You gaze out your passenger-side window intently until you pull over by the campsite.
You work on getting the cooler stowed away and unloading smaller items, but not before your darling boyfriend excitedly makes his way over to your side of the door and helps you out of your seat. You’re still adjusting to the sensation of standing after being cooped up in the car for so long when you feel yourself suddenly pressed up against the car. Chris’s large, veiny hands are now wrapped around your waist as he pulls into you urgently and delivers slow pecks to your lips. His arms are still around your waist as you turn to face the campsite. “We made it,” he whispers softly into your ear, “are you ready to look around?”
The camping site is smaller than the others, but kind of cozy and secluded. There’s a small fire pit with a few logs intended to serve as benches, a little wooden picnic bench, and just enough space to for your two-person tent. Chris mulls over the tent’s instruction sheet, scratching his beard down the cheek in contemplation as you work on unpacking the cooler, the logs, and his guitar. He’s wearing a half-buttoned red flannel shirt fitting snugly around his biceps, and the lumberjack vibes couldn’t be more infinite. You have to stop yourself from staring as he’s bent over on the ground wrestling with the tent poles, giving you a view of his backside in his faded denim jeans that almost causes you to drop all of the logs you’re carrying all over the ground. When he finally gets the frame put together he cries out in joy and beams from ear-to-ear, his cute little rabbit teeth on full display. Damn.”Hey, log lady!” he giggles to himself about the dumb nickname he has just coined as he jogs back over to the car. “What are you doing over there?”
"I’m just finishing unloading the car, babe. Are you going to be ready for the hike after this?"
"Hiking?! But I’m tired!" Chris whines, pouting like the dumb lil baby he is. "And I’m hungry."
"Weren’t we going to pack a picnic for the hike?"
"Yeah, but I’m not ready to go on the hike yet." He rests his hands on your shoulders. "I want to take a nap first."
His hands start running down your arms as he speaks softly into your ear again. “Aren’t you ready for a nap too? You were up really early today. And you’ve been working so hard on getting the campsite ready…you must be pretty tired too.” He wraps you into a hug with one arm, your head nuzzling into his chest as he runs his fingers through your scalp with his other hand. He’s already starting to smell like a smoking campfire. It’s absolutely intoxicating mixed with his usual musky scent.
He was right. The fact that you were awake before noon was a feat in and of itself. He grabs your wrist as you two wander over to the tent in a daze. Inside the air mattress had already been blown-up, both sleeping bags zipped together, ready for the two of you to crawl in. You feel nice and cozy in Chris’s old Columbia sweatshirt as he puts his strong bicep around you and pulls you near him once more. You sigh contently, slowly nodding off, when Chris nestles into the crook of your neck. His rough hands are rubbing your hips and then slowly down your thighs until they plunge between two layers of fabric. His actions—mixed with his stiffened length slowly pressing up against your back—make you awake all over again instantly.
Once you catch onto his mood, you roll over on top of him. You run your fingers through his fluffy chest hair as his hand guides you in by the back of your neck and his tongue slowly yet deliberately seeks out yours. Clothes fly across the tent as both of you desperately attempt to undress each other in the confines of the sleeping bag. Both moaning through your kisses, you pull each other in for another string of rough kisses as soon as you are forced to break away.
You lower yourself onto Chris easily, rocking your pelvis back and forth as you watch his face light up and contort. The pupils of his icy blue eyes dilate and his tongue hangs out ever so slightly as he helps with the thrusting, his eyes fixated on your chest as you breathe in and out. His hands reach around to squeeze at your ass as he shuts his eyes tightly. His jaw is agape as he pants and groans and curses under his breath. The faces he makes when he’s getting close are somehow simultaneously adorable and ridiculously sexy. He props himself up to better hit your g-spot, working a finger in snugly as he continues to thrust, steading you with his hand on your spine as your thighs start to quiver in pure pleasure. He finally grunts and lets out one last, long, gutteral moan before pulling you back down beside him on the mattress, kissing you up and down your face and neck before you both fall into a blissful state of rest.
When you are awake again, the two of you spend the afternoon hiking arounf the mountainside, picking wildflowers for you to put in his beard when he isn’t looking. You arrange them when you get back to the campsite, holding each other close as the sun finally sets and the last embers of the campfire slowly die out.