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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 3
"You made it!" John cried exuberantly, "Jump in and cool off!"
"I didn't bring a swimsuit or a towel," Andrew protested lamely.
"That's ok, you are already wearing shorts and you brought jeans to change into, so why not? You know you want to!"
"ButÉ" began Andrew dubiously.
"Just take off your shirt and shoes and get in already," said John. "Don't make me come out and drag you in."
"Fine! You win!" replied Andrew. He kicked off his shoes and socks and walked up to the water to stick a foot in.
"Yikes! That's cold!"
"Only because you are overheating from that climb, now take off that shirt and get over here," John insisted. "I want to show you something."
Andrew reconsidered punching John as he removed his t-shirt and put it on top of his shoes. He shivered as he waded over to where John was waiting for him.
"Now what do you want to show--"
John suddenly grabbed him by the waist and hauled him over on his side and dunked him in the water.
"Hey!" sputtered Andrew as he came back up. "What was that for?"
"That was for taking too long," John said with twinkle in his eye.
"Oh yeah?" Andrew retorted as he launched himself shoulder-first into John's stomach knocking him over into the water.
"Why youÉ" sputtered John as he came back up. "I'll get you for that!"
"Promises, promises," laughed Andrew as he danced out of John's reach.
"Oh, I make good on every promise I make," replied John. "It's a matter of personal pride."
"Well you know what they say: `pride goes before a fall.'"
"Do they now? Well let's see if we can make that true!"
While John was speaking, Andrew had apparently stepped on a loose rock and found himself slightly off-balance, which gave John the opening he needed and he lunged for Andrew as quick as a flash, and down they both went.
As they grappled with each other, Andrew reveled in the feel of John's taut and toned muscles under his perfectly pelted skin. It was distracting enough that John was able to catch him unaware and shove him underwater more than a few times. Andrew was normally pretty competitive, but he didn't mind losing on this occasion because it meant more direct contact with his companion. He tried valiantly not to steal glances and "inadvertently" brush John's package while they played in the pool. He failed.
Being this close to him was intoxicating and the heft of what was between John's legs did nothing to dissuade Andrew from his efforts. He knew without checking that he was more than half hard himself. John rewarded him for his musings with another trip below the water lineÉ
They sparred, trading splashes, dunks, and topplings until they were both laughing and gasping for breath.
"Now that was fun," laughed John. "I haven't had a proper water fight in years!"
"Me neither," laughed Andrew as they waded back onto dry land. Andrew made it a point to keep ahead of John to try and hide his fledgling boner.
"My cousins and I would play here when we were little, and it was always a good time," John said as he made his way to the Jeep.
"So, your family has had this place for a while then?"
"Since before even my grandparents were born, yes. Apparently, an ancestor of mine made it out West to avoid the Civil War and staked his claim here. Back in those days, you could own a property just by living on it for a while," replied John, pulling towels out of one of the lockboxes in the back of the Jeep and handing one to Andrew.
"He fell in love with this area and built a little shack not too far from here. He did a lot of trapping and would work at some of the local farms. In fact, that's where he met my however-many-greats grandmother: she was the daughter of one of the farmers he worked for and they hit it off. As evidenced by the long line of family living here, I guess."
While John was talking, Andrew was trying to dry off pretending not to obviously stare at the handsome man toweling himself off just a few feet away. Now that he was standing there just wearing board shorts that clung to his body, John had never looked sexier. He could clearly see from the broad thighs that John was not one to skip Leg DayÑor any other day at the gym from what he could tell. Andrew could not get enough of John's perfect fur. Rivulets of water flowed from his head down the side of his neck, and then down over those solid pecs where they marked their passage by making tracks in his chest hair. A few lines ended by dripping off his nipples, but most continued down his stomach to his shorts, around that noticeable bulge in the middle, and down until they dripped from the edge of his shorts onto his feet, where they joined the water rolling down from his legs.
"That is pretty awesome actually," commented Andrew. "I don't know of many places that have stayed within a family that long."
"Well it helped that my family has something of a tradition of big families, so there was always at least one who wanted to keep it," John said, laughing. His hair got lighter as he rubbed it dry with the towel, returning it to that chestnut brown on top and the more golden tones over the rest of him as the towel moved downÉ
"No kidding! I can't even imagine that."
"That's right," answered John. He scrubbed his shorts as dry as he could with the towel before he bent over at the waist to get his legs. "You only have two siblings, right?"
"Yeah, just a sister and a little brother for me," Andrew replied, now mesmerized by John's broad back and shoulders as he watched the muscles moving to dry off his feet.
"There was a time that I dreamed of being in a family that small," admitted John. "But looking back, I wouldn't trade my family for anything."
"Well, like I said, I can't even imagine it."
John stood up straight and draped his towel over the roll bar of the Jeep to let it dry in the warm evening air.
He looked over at Andrew, who was still drying off, and chuckled. "Are you about done with that, or what?"
"Yeah, almost," said Andrew, who had just barely shaken himself out of his reverie.
"Good. Could you hang it next to mine when you are done?"
"Of course!"
"Cool," said John. "Then we can eat. I don't know about you, but I'm kind of starving."
"I didn't think to bring any food," said Andrew. "I thought this was a road trip, remember?"
"Not to worry," chuckled John. "I think I've got you covered."
There was that humorous twinkle in his eye again, thought Andrew. "Why do I keep getting the impression that you have all these inside jokes I don't get?"
"I'd have to say that it's because you are observant and smart."
"What?"
"And your favorite word is back for an encore!" laughed John. "You heard me. Just stick with me and you will soon be on the inside just like me, I promise."
His gleam was unmistakable now. What is he up to? wondered Andrew as John grabbed yet another lockbox.
"Okay, while you finish up with your slow-motion drying program, (Andrew made a face at him) I'm going to set up lunch right over here," John said, walking around to the front of the Jeep.
Andrew finally finished drying himself off and was about to hang up his towel, when he suddenly remembered that he was still wearing wet underwear under his somewhat-dried-off shorts. He groaned inwardly. This just won't do. He reached for the box containing his jeans and pulled them out. He quickly shucked his wet things and pulled on his jeans. He wasn't used to freeballing, but it was better than wet shorts. Of course, anything is better than wet underwear except for wet socks according to Andrew. He stashed his wet things in "his" lockbox and put the towel in place on the roll bar.
Andrew walked to the front of the Jeep to find John had laid out a classic red and white checkered tablecloth and set out an impressive spread for lunch. He had little ham canapŽs with olives on top, chicken salad and swiss croissant sandwiches, some kind of green soup (he later discovered was cucumber gazpacho), and peppermint brownies for dessert.
"What is all this?" asked a surprised Andrew.
"Um, it's called lunchÉ"
"But it looks so fancy!"
"Is that not allowed?"
"I'm just surprised," admitted Andrew. "It really looks amazing!"
"Well sit down and try some," said John with a welcoming sweep of his arm. "Hopefully it tastes amazing too."
He dug in and wasn't sure if it was partially because he was so hungry, but he couldn't remember a better feast.
"Hey, slow down there, champ!" exclaimed John. "You're going to make yourself sick if you eat that fast!"
Andrew nodded and consciously slowed down to make sure he was actually chewing his food. "It's just all so delicious," he said when he had swallowed his latest bite. This is like a collection of favorites for me."
"That was the idea," chuckled John.
"You mean you chose all of these for me?"
"I sure did."
"But how did you know?"
"You're not the only one who tries to be observant, joker. We've been out to eat several times now, and I pay attention to what you order. I also listen when you talk, so I have a fair idea of what you like by now. I just hope it's up to par for you."
"I'm not as picky as all that, but this is incredible! Where did you find all of it? I've never been able to find restaurants that do these things this well."
"I have the World Wide Web at my beck and call whenever I need it, so I just did a little digging and voila, there it all was!"
"But where did you order it from?"
"I didn't order anything," John replied.
Andrew stopped with another canapŽ halfway to his mouth. "You mean you MADE all this?" "Dude, you're getting weird. Of course I made it!"
"I had no idea at all you could cook!"
"In a big family, everyone learns to cook. I happen to enjoy it. In fact, the hard part for me is not making things in bulk for the masses, so this was fun. I felt like it was more food art than real cooking."
"It certainly looks like art and tastes even better. I can't believe you did this for me." Andrew's eyes started welling up with tears.
"Well believe it, because I did. I wanted to give you back some of the joy you have given me."
"But I haven't done anything!"
"You don't have to do anything at all, you just have to be you. It is who you are that I find so amazing. Your friendly nerdy humor, your insight, your wonder, your acceptance of all kinds of people and letting them be who they are (even the strange ones), your optimismÑI love just being around you."
Andrew had a lump in his throat now, so he put down his sandwich and just tried not to cry. He had never felt like he was worth much, let alone all this. And now this sweet stunning man was telling Andrew he valued him and respected him for things Andrew couldn't even see in himself. It was too much.
"I'm not worth all thatÉ" Andrew started.
John moved behind him and wrapped his strong arms around Andrew's shoulders drawing him close as his tears started to fall.
"Yes, you absolutely are worth it, Andrew."
John continued to hold him tightly as Andrew broke into sobs.
What has come over me? Andrew asked himself silently. This is not me: I do not do this! Why am I crying? Now John is going to think I'm just a basket case. But I can't stop crying. This is so embarrassing! But having his arms around me feels so right!...
After what seemed like forever, the sobbing subsided. Andrew felt drained and more than a little embarrassed for having completely broken down like that in front of John. He wiped the last of his tears from his eyes with the heel of his hand.
"I'm sorry, John. I don't know what came over me. I don't usually put on that kind of a show.
"No? What kind of show do you usually put on?"
"One without waterworks, I guess," Andrew chuckled. "I honestly can't even remember the last time I cried."
"Well if you can't remember when it was, then you were WAY overdue for it," replied John. "How are you feeling now?"
"Good, but a little embarrassed if I'm honest."
"Honesty is all I ask," said John.
"I kind of feel like I weigh twenty pounds less somehow."
"Yay for weight loss programs!" laughed John.
Truthfully, Andrew felt better than good with John's arms still wrapped tightly around him. He would be content to stay here forever feeling the warmth emanating from John's chest against his back. Andrew could feel John's breath against his neck, and he decided there was no place he would rather be.
His fears of alienating John with his emotional outburst subsided the longer they stayed like this. Maybe he hadn't freaked John out after all.
"Thank you for putting up with me. I'm sure this scenario wasn't on your agenda for the evening."
"No worries at all, man. I admit I wasn't expecting it, but I'm just going to take it as indication of a job well done."
"A what?"
"Oh come on," answered John. "You don't think I did all this for no reason, did you?"
"Well, no, I guess not. In fact, that reminds me: what was the errand you brought me along for?"
"Seriously? I think it is more of a mission than an errand. Or was, anyway. I wanted to spend time with you at a deeper level than we've done so far. Mission accomplished?"
"Mission definitely accomplished," Andrew agreed.
"Awesome." John paused for a few moments before he continued. "So, I have a question for you."
"Yeah?"
"Would you be open to officially being boyfriends? I am happy to just be your friend if that's all you are open to, butÑ"
"Absolutely yes!" exclaimed Andrew. He covered the arms encircling him with his own in a feeble attempt to hug John from his position of sitting in front of him.
"Awesome," John repeated.
Andrew leaned his head back against John, and John leaned forward a little bit more to kiss the side of Andrew's neck.
"I can't tell you how happy I am right now," John whispered into Andrew's ear before moving his attention back to Andrew's neck.
Andrew melted even more at the contact.
"Me too," he said. "But you still might be able to tell how happy I amÉ"
With that, Andrew took one of John's hands and placed it over his heart so he could feel it race.
"Now that you mention it, you might be able feel how mine beats for you too," said John as he pulled Andrew even tighter up against his chest.
Andrew could definitely feel the pit-pat-pit-pat of John's pulse through his back. In fact, in an odd way, it felt like they were enmeshed together and were sharing the beat of one strong heart. He had never felt this close to anyone before.
If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com