“I know.” I don’t pay attention to the ache in my chest. It’s not fair to him to feel that way. He’s getting everything he deserves. I turn to look at him, and he swivels his head to meet my eyes. “You’re going to kick some serious college ass.”

He lets out a quiet laugh. “You think?”

“I know.” I reach out, grazing his cheek with my hand, needing to touch him. “You’re great at everything you do.”

“So are you, Kingston. I’m proud of you, you know? That job you have is perfect. You’re doing a great job.”

“I really like it.”

He smiles, and I can feel his pride. I look into his beautiful eyes, sparkling in the night, the fire outside the tent flickering in them. My eyes trail over his perfect nose and high cheekbones, those damn dimples that drive me insane, and then those full, red lips. My tongue darts out, licking my own because they suddenly feel dry.

Before I can tell myself to stop like I have all summer, I’m leaning into him, my lips smashing against his, and I pray he doesn’t push me away. To my delight, he doesn’t. His hand moves to my hip, pulling me into him and kissing me back with full force.

I moan into his mouth and roll to my side as he does the same, our hard cocks meeting through our shorts. “I’ve missed this,” I breathe as I reach down, trying to push his shorts down.

His hand covers mine, our noses brushing as he pants against my mouth. “What are we doing?”

I don’t want to think right now. I just want to feel, but I know my best friend. He needs to know. “A going-away thing?”

He chuckles at that, his eyes moving to look between our bodies, at our shorts tenting with arousal. “You really want this?”

I don’t understand how he can’t see just how much I want him all the time. Instead of answering though, I just show him. Grasping the back of his head and pulling his mouth against mine again.

I make quick work of his shorts, and he does the same until we’re both totally naked and rolling around in the tent, rutting against each other, our precum mixing and making the glide easier. “Fuck, I really want to be inside you,” I rasp.

He nods his head. “Condom? Lube?” He holds my face in both hands, his eyes full of fire. “Please tell me you have them.”

I smirk, reaching for my shorts. “Of course. I’m always prepared.”

“Didn’t know you were a Boy Scout.”

I laugh at that, ripping open the condom and sliding it over my dick, too amped up to wait. I lube up my fingers. “I wasn’t because someone didn’t want to join.”