Sorry folks. This chapter moves the story along (I hope) but there's no sex.
I'm leaving it in the "Gay Male" category because that is the category that fits the entire story best.
Thanks to LarryInSeattle.
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For the second time in his life, Matt wakes up lying next to another man. Liam presses hard up against his back and his soft snores flutter wisps of hair that tickle his ear. The light coming through the windows is muted. At first he imagines it's still nighttime. A faint, tinny patter penetrates his thoughts; it's rain on the cabin's metal roof. He raises his head enough to look at the window that faces down the hillside. Ghost trees lurk in the mist. The lake itself has disappeared.
He slips out of bed. The floor is chilly on his feet. He pads his way into the small bathroom and pisses. He rips a small piece of toilet paper from the roll and squeezes the last drop of pee from his dick. He opens the fridge, empty except for the pitcher of water. He grabs the glass Liam left upside down in the dish drainer and pours a glass. His stomach growls and he wonders if there's still anything to eat in the car. He downs the glass in two large gulps and then squeezes his eyes tightly as the cold water sends an ice pick deep into his head. Through squinted eyes, he refills the glass and returns the pitcher to the refrigerator. The cold air causes his balls to squirm closer to the warmth of his belly.
He scans the room, spots Liam's jeans and fishes the Civic's keys from the pocket. He eases the cabin door open, cringing at the squeal of the damp hinges. He's surprised when he steps outside. He was expecting the mist to be cold, clammy. Instead, it's almost warm. He stands on a porch that stretches the length of the cabin. There are two Adirondack chairs and a small table made of thin tree branches and twigs. He considers going back inside for his water. It might be nice to sit out here and listen to the rain. He decides not to risk waking Liam with the noisy hinges.
He does the half tiptoe, half limping, half crouching walk of bare feet on gravel and makes his way to the Civic. The rain is as warm as the air. He's not sure if it's raining or if drops of condensation are falling from the trees that surround the cabin. He doesn't need the keys. The car is unlocked. He rummages inside the Civic and comes up with a half-eaten bag of Corn Nuts and a Honey-n-Oats granola bar. He eases the door of the car closed, trying to be quiet as possible and retraces his steps back to the porch. He saves the granola bar for Liam.
He lowers his body into one of the Adirondack chairs. The misty air may feel warm but the chair is cold. His balls shimmy up his leg. He braces himself and leans back. He's been jumping into cold pools for years but he's still not used to the initial shock of cold wet on warm skin. He stretches his legs out as he scrounges in the bag for a corn nut. When he bites on it the crunch is shockingly loud in the quiet of the morning. He's starving but trying to eat the Corn Nuts out here will be like eating them in the middle of a silent prayer. He pops a second one in his mouth, sucking the salt off it, hoping if he holds it in his mouth for a while it will soften enough to eat without sounding like a small firecracker going off in his mouth.
He's still shifting it from cheek to cheek when Lee appears out of the mist.
"Morning," he offers as he stops at the step leading up to the cabin's porch.
Still handicapped by the corn nut in his mouth, Matt contents himself with a nod. He succumbs to the inevitable and bites down on the thing just as Lee starts to speak. He can't hear him above the crunching sound reverberating inside his skull. He finishes chewing and swallows. Lee smiles at him. Lee is wearing an old tee shirt, running shorts and a pair of well-used running shoes.
"I said," he repeats still smiling. "You interested in going for a run?"
Going for a run hadn't crossed Matt's mind but as soon as he processes Lee's words, it makes perfect sense.
"Yeah. Why not?" he answers, speaking as much to himself as to Lee.
He pushes himself out of the chair and turns to look at it. "Who the fuck got the idea that these fucking things would be a great idea?"
"You get used to them," Lee replies, seriously. "They're better in the grass, you can stretch out and relax."
"Maybe, brah, maybe," Matt says, shaking his head. He pushes the door open slowly. The hinges groan and squeal. "Fuck," Matt hisses and enters the cabin.
"You awake, dude?"
"Not really," Liam replies, face hidden beneath one arm.
"I'm going for a run. Want to join me?"
"Naw, bro. Go ahead," Liam whispers, rolling over. He turns and opens one eye. "If you go past a McDonald's bring me back a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit and a large coffee, black."
Matt grins and tosses him the granola bar. "Breakfast is served, bitch."
He rummages through his bag and pulls on a pair of shorts. He doesn't bother with a shirt. He carries his shoes out to the porch. It's not cold out. He leaves the door open and closes the screen door as quietly as he can. Inside, he hears Liam's soft snores and smiles. He picks up the bag of Corn Nuts and empties the remainder into his mouth. He begins crunching away.
"How long have you two been together? If you don't mind me asking."
Matt sits on the top step and wiggles his foot into a shoe. He can't answer at first; he's grinding away at the mouthful of corn nuts. "About twelve hours or so. I'm not sure we are together. That's sort of why we're here." He wiggles the other shoe on.
"There's a nice trail, starts just past your cabin. It works its way up the ridge, then along it. There are some nice views of the lake. Careful, it'll be slippery in this mist and watch for tree roots."
Lee says no more. He simply turns and begins to run along the path that leads up the hillside on the far side of the cabin. Matt follows. As he draws near, Lee picks up the pace. He does this a few times and then settles into a pace Matt is comfortable with. Trees appear out of the mist, only to fade away as they pass by. Out of the corner of his eye, Matt notices the occasional clearing but he's too busy watching the trail to do much looking. Something large crashes through the underbrush and he pauses for a second to peer into the mist. Nothing.
He's breathing hard by the time they reach the ridgeline. There are fewer trees but more rocks. He lopes along a yard or two behind Lee. They pick up the pace now that they're no longer climbing. Matt falls into a rhythm. Running has not been part of his routine for a few years now. He discovers that he misses it. He's not sure how long, or how far, they run. Lee slows and then stops.
"Breather?" he asks Matt.
Matt nods. It's clear to him Lee does not need a breather.
"Look," Lee tells him, pointing toward the west.
They aren't all that high. The highest point in Pennsylvania, to the south of them, is only 3,200 feet. Still, they're high enough. The mist flows through a gap in the ridge at the west end of the lake. The lake is hidden, so is the resort. Above the mist, two, roughly parallel ridges run toward the northeast. He and Lee stand on one, the other, a mile or so across the lake is lower and forested. The mist undulates in the valley between them, imitating, in slow motion, the water hidden below. The sun has cleared, but just barely, the mountains to the east. It's earlier than he'd thought.
"It's beautiful," he tells Lee, who nods.
"The trail runs along the ridge. In a half-a-mile it splits. We can go right, that'll take us down the south side of the ridge to the county highway. We can run along it back to the resort. Or we can go left, cut back down the north side, and hit the lake. We can run most of the way back along the shoreline, but there's a rock fall a half-a-mile from the resort. It's a bitch to climb over, especially when it's wet. What I generally do is swim from there. Your choice."
"Easy, let's do the lake, the north side."
