Saving Smith's Mountain - 1. Lovin' on the Mountaintop

"Holly." Jack said simply.

"We need to talk, Jack," Holly said, looking like she was about to cry. Jack invited her in, and awkwardly introduced her to Brad.

"Um, excuse me," Brad said. "I'll let you guys talk." He figured Holly just needed to see her ex-husband, in spite of how she had treated him, because of Larry's role in what had happened.

Brad went back to his den, and put on some music. Jack invited Holly to sit down on the couch with him.

"Jack, baby," Holly began. "I'm so sorry about everything. I was such a fool. I should never have left you for an idiot like Larry! And the thought of him getting mixed up with that Hannity and Fawlkes, and Fawlkes trying to kill you!" She started to sob then.

Holly composed herself, and then went on. "I have heard about you, and him," she said, motioning in the direction of where Brad had gone down the hall. "I know this has to just be a phase for you. You were all man when we were married, hell all the way back to high school."

"And I still am a man, Holly," Jack said, getting very irritated. "I just have figured out that I am a GAY man. Bradley makes me very happy. This is no phase. You made your choice, I am honestly sorry that Larry ended up being the kind of guy he is, and that your new husband is headed for the pen' now. But, it is honestly not my problem."

"You CAN'T be gay!" Holly wailed, not yet ready to acknowledge the truth and admit that she had lost Jack forever. "GODDAMMIT, JACK!" She yelled, shouting, and actually getting angry now. This made Jack angry. It wasn't as if he had asked her to leave him for that sawed-off Larry. And besides, judging from how great everything was with Brad now, Jack had since realized that he may very well have eventually figured out he was gay and been the one to leave, had Holly not done so first. But, she had, so there it was.

"GODDAMMIT!" She shouted again. "DON'T YOU REMEMBER HOW HOT IT WAS WHEN WE FUCKED? EVERY TIME WE FUCKED, JACK?" There it was, thought Jack as he stared at her in angry silence. All through those years with her, to me it really was making love, even though it was never as incredible as it is now with Bradley. And yet, to her, apparently it was always just "fucking."

Meanwhile, over his music, Brad had not heard Holly shouting. He decided that he was going to go for a walk, planning to slip out the back sliding doors out of the kitchen. Before Jack could say anything else to Holly, she grabbed him, threw her arms around him, and started kissing him deeply. So it was that Brad saw Holly's arms around Jack, and her kissing him, as he glanced into the living room from the kitchen on his way outside. "OH, HELL NO!!!" Brad shouted angrily, as Jack and Holly both whirled around. Brad then just totally flipped out, and just ran from the house, throwing the back sliding doors open with a loud crash, and leaving them open as he ran away.

Brad ran out the gate and through the carport, then across Crabtree Street. He didn't stop running until he found himself pounding on Miz Vivian's front door. She answered it in a gaudy multicolor butterfly print robe, a mud mask, and big pink curlers. "Forgive me for how I look, baby, but I didn't expect..."

Brad interrupted her, "HE'S OVER THERE KISSING THAT FUCKING BITCH!" Brad wailed, crying now. "I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT WAS ALL TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!!! MEN LIKE HIM ALWAYS GO FOR SKINNY LITTLE BLONDE BITCHES LIKE HER!!!"

"Darlin', darlin'!" Miz Vivian cooed soothingly, taking Brad gently by the arm. "Come on in and tell me all about it!"

Soon Brad was upstairs, sitting on the edge of Miz Vivian's big Pepto-pink bathtub. She was standing across from him in her bathrobe, in front of the huge lighted vanity mirror taking the mud mask and curlers off, but still listening intently to him as she did so. She finally turned around, and then sat down on the closed lid of her toilet, and reached over and took Brad's hands in both of hers.

"Darlin'," she said. "You just had to have misunderstood what you saw, that's all. There is just simply no way that Jack has suddenly decided to "go back straight." That is just plain silly. Why, anyone with eyes can see how much he truly loves you! It is obvious he had never found his true self until he started seeing you, Bradley. And besides, has it not occurred to you that maybe SHE kissed HIM?"

"Oh," Brad said, realizing Miz Vivian was most likely right. "I didn't think..."

Just then, from downstairs came the ringing of the doorbell, and then a pounding of the brass knocker. "That'll be for you, baby," Miz Vivian said with a smile. "Go on down, I won't come down for a few minutes. Use the parlor."

Brad went downstairs, and as expected, there was Jack. He led him into the parlor just off the foyer, and they sat down on the red velvet settee.

"I'm sorry!" They both said at once.

"I'm the one who should be sorry," Brad then said. "I shouldn't have run out like that."

Jack said, "I guess it was a shock, seeing her kissing me. But that was what it was Bradley, she kissed me. I didn't want her to."

Jack explained that he had told Holly to leave and not come back, right after Brad had run off. Jack and Brad then talked some more, and soon realized that everything would be fine between them. Soon, Miz Vivian's head was poking through the door, as she grinned and gave a little knock on the door facing.

"Come in," Brad said, smiling back. Miz Vivian had fixed her hair, and was dressed in Capris and a matching low cut blue sequined blouse now, and her face was newly made up.

"So, did we survive our first fight, boys?" She asked them, still grinning, as she came to sit down across from them.

"I just overreacted," Brad said. "I'm sorry," he said again to Jack.

"And, I should never have let my crazy ex in the house at all, babe," Jack replied.

They talked to Miz Vivian for a while longer, and then headed back to their house. "Are you sure we're OK, babe?" Brad asked, as they sat back down on the couch in their living room together. He was still really concerned that Jack would think of him as a jealous fool now.

"Well, somebody was here earlier who I didn't want kissing me. Someone is here now who I'd really like to," Jack replied with a big grin.

Brad was in Jack's arms in just a minute, kissing him deeply. "I love you big guy. So much. Thank you for not being mad over my acting like a jealous idiot."

"And thank you for not staying mad over seeing her kiss me. You're the only one I want to kiss - male or female - for the rest of my life, Bradley. I love you so." Jack said, with those deep blue eyes again burning into Brad's. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think the reason you reacted the way you did when you saw Holly kiss me was insecurity."

Brad nodded, and started to tell Jack he was sorry again. Jack playfully put a finger to Brad's lips to shush him. Jack then said tenderly, "You were only insecure because this is the first time you have had real love. I realize now, even more than ever after seeing her again, it is the first time I've had real love too. I love you with all my heart and soul, Bradley."

"Oh, I love you too, Jack. So much!" Brad said, nearly about to cry in happiness.

They then started kissing hotly, deeply, passionately right there on the couch. Brad reached up and closed the blinds. He then pulled Jack's polo over his head, and immediately started kissing and licking that big, hot, furry, broad chest and the very erect nipples he found there. Jack moaned softly, his big hands soon getting Brad out of his t-shirt. Soon they were both completely naked, with Jack on top of Brad grinding his big warm body against Brad's. They continued to kiss deeply there on the couch.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Jack whispered hotly in Brad's ear.

"No," Brad said huskily with a sexy grin, "Just take me right here, big guy!"

Jack took him. He spit lubed his throbbing six and a half by five and a half member. Brad raised his legs quickly to Jack's shoulders, and they began to make love hotly, passionately right there on the couch. Jack leaned down and kissed Brad deeply as his big thick dick filled Brad up so good, thrusting into him again and again.

"UH! AH-UH! OH GOD, I LOVE YOU!" Jack moaned.

"UH! I LOVE YOU TOO - AH-UH! - BABY!" Brad gasped and grunted back in heat, "FUCK ME HARDER, JACK! HARDER!!!"

Soon they had both slid down off the couch. They were in the missionary position now, with Brad's head and back resting on the cool hardwood floor of the living room. Jack started making love to Brad with a deep pounding intensity, their sweat-covered furry chests rubbing together as they both gasped in pleasure and kissed again and again.

"YEAH!" Jack cried loudly, hot passion having totally overtaken him now, as he started pounding Brad so hard and deep. "GONNA - AH-UH! UH! - JUST - UH! - FUCK YOU - UH! - HARD - Ah, UH! - IN THE - UH! - FLOOR - AH-UH! - BABY!"

"OH GOD! UH! GOD! AH-UH!" Brad cried out. "YES! OH, YES JACK!!! UH! AH-UH! THAT'S IT!!! UH! FUCK ME - AH UH! UH! - SO HARD, BABY!!!" They kissed hotly, deeply again as they continued frantically making love.

Brad's tight hole was clenching on Jack's throbbing fat meat with every thrust now. It was always just so incredible every single time they made love, Jack was thinking. He wanted this for the rest of his life, with this sweet man! Brad was thinking the same thing, as Jack's throbbing knob continued to probe for his button, Jack's hot throbbing thickness making him feel so full and so loved.

"YES! AH-UH! THAT'S IT JACK!!! OH GOD! - AH-UH! UH! - MAKE LOVE - UH! - TO ME, BABY!" Brad gasped, gazing directly into Jack's deep blue eyes as Jack was right on top of him, loving him so wonderfully well. Their sweaty chests and tummies were grinding together as Jack continued to deep-dick him hard in the missionary position right there on the living room floor.

"MMM GOD!" Jack growled, panting hard now with every thrust, "UH! BRADLEY!!! OH, FUCK - AH-UH! - THAT ASS IS SO - AH! - FUCKIN' GREAT!"

Soon they had rolled around there in the living room floor, with Jack's hot cock never leaving Brad's tight hole. Now Brad was on top, riding his baby fast and hard as they both moaned, panted, and sweated. Brad gazed down at the big smile on Jack's face as he lay back in the floor, just enjoying the hell out of being rode so hard by his sweet baby.

"YEAH! UH! YEAH! RIDE THAT - UH! - FAT DICK! AH-UH! MAKE ME - UH! - FUCKIN' CUM, BRADLEY!!!" Jack grunted hotly. Jack licked the palm of his right hand then, and started using it to stroke Brad's cock furiously, as Brad continued to ride him hard and fast. Brad gasped in pleasure at the feel of the strong, warm hand on his throbbing, leaking cock.

"AH! UH-AH! Brad cried, feeling his balls start to tighten. "UH! FUCK! GONNA FUCKIN' - AH-UH! - CUM!!!" Brad then started firing volley after volley of hot creamy cum all over Jack's tummy, furry chest, and even all the way up onto his face.

As he tasted a stream of Brad's hot, salty-sweet, creamy cum that was running down off of his upper lip, Jack reached his own shattering orgasm. "OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK! AH-UH! UH! UH! BRADLEY!!!" He screamed, as his fat cock fired several big shots up Brad's ass, as Brad continued to ride him hard.

Brad soon collapsed down on top of Jack, and kissed him deeply. "I - uh! - fuckin' love you, big guy," Brad gasped, trying to get his breath back.

"Oh, - uh! - I love you too baby," Jack replied, and then they kissed again. They both felt Brad's hot, sticky cum all between them.

Later, after having cleaned up from their lovemaking and showered and dressed, the guys had dinner. They were in bed, cuddled naked in each other's arms, early that night, as Jack had to return to work the next day, which was Monday, August 22. That week flew by. Brad loved being there every evening when his man got home from work. A couple times he had dinner on the table by the time Jack got home.

They had not yet discussed it, but this was already feeling like way more than just "roommates who happen to be boyfriends." On Friday, Brad logged out of the datatron website for the last time, as they had told him this would complete his obligation to them, and there was no need for him to work Monday - Wednesday of the next week to finish out his two weeks notice period.

The week had been a routine one for the Pleasant View PD. That weekend, Brad and Jack went over and had dinner with Justin and Eric on Saturday. Then on Sunday they had slept late, and then made love in the shower that morning, with Brad taking Jack's bubble butt hard and deep until they had both had cum.

It was now Monday, August 29. Jack went to work, and Brad went to work for the first time over at Miz Vivian's. The carpenters had things well underway on getting the old carriage house transformed into Miz Viv's Mercantile, and on the trellises and canopy that would lead between it and the main house.

Brad and Miz Vivian got online together all that week in Miz Vivian's office on the second floor of the mansion, to start ordering merchandise for the shop. They went to an estate sale in Rosemont on Wednesday, where they found a large vinyl record collection for that part of the shop's inventory. Miz Vivian said she wanted to try to have some sort of grand opening on the weekend of September 17, which was just less than three weeks away.

That Wednesday night, August 31, Brad and Jack both got home from work at about the same time. Over dinner, Brad was pleasantly surprised to learn that Jack would indeed have a three day weekend for Labor Day that coming weekend, as would Brad. "I thought cops always had to work holiday weekends," Brad commented.

"Well, this one did back several years ago. But, after having passed on detective a couple of times, and stayed dedicated to patrol duty, my 46 hour salary-paid Monday - Friday 8-6 workweek is set in stone, except of course in emergencies. Which means, that unless half the force calls in again or something, I will get Monday for the holiday, too.

"Great!" Brad said with a grin. "What do you want to do this weekend?"

"Well," Jack said grinning back, "I thought we might go up on Smith's Mountain and camp!"

Brad thought this was a great idea, and looked very forward to it. Back in the living room after dinner that evening, Jack got around to opening his mail. There was another letter from the office of Smithville attorney Randy Blankenship. Jack explained to Brad that Blankenship's client had made Jack a very generous offer for his property on top of Smith's Mountain.

"What are you going to do?" Brad asked.

"The top of Smith's Mountain is NOT for sale, not now, not ever, not at any price," Jack replied.

"Good," Brad said with a smile, "I love it up there!"

"You'll love it even more when I get you alone in a tent this weekend," Jack said wickedly.

"I'll hold you to that," Brad said grinning back, and giving Jack a big hug and a quick kiss.

On Thursday during his lunch hour, Jack called and notified Blankenship's office that he was declining their client's request. That evening, Randy Blankenship himself called Jack at home.

"I think you should seriously reconsider the offer, Mr. Albertson," Blankenship said. "As you know, my clients have leased the lower portion of the mountain, which they own, to the mining company, and have sold their timber and mineral rights."

"Which means," Jack said, having gotten pissed now at Blankenship's condescending tone, "That the company will no doubt stick an underground mine opening and coal processing plant down at the foot of the mountain. And they'll log all the timber off along the road up the mountain, which I remind you and your client that I have a permanent right-of-way to, so don't mess with it!"

Jack went on, halfway yelling into his cell now, "But, and get this straight, once and for all - they can fuck up the bottom of the mountain all they want to. I may have to look at it every time I drive up. But, the trees, the fields, and all of it up on top - they're staying just like they are, so long as I'm alive!"

With that Jack clicked off. Brad told him how proud of him he was, and they then talked some more about their weekend trip. Jack went into Brad's den with him for a while that evening. Brad got out an album from the Everly Brothers from the early 1970s and put it on the turntable. Jack loved all things retro, as did Brad, and they both already loved the great old John Prine-penned song “Paradise” with which the beautiful voices of Don and Phil were soon filling the room. It told the story of how an entire village called Paradise and the river bluff on which it had stood out in Western Kentucky had been destroyed years before due to strip mining.

Brad told Jack that an old man who had performed at the Pleasant View Opry back when Brad had worked retail at the little old tourist trap had told him about the events depicted in that song.

"You know," Brad explained, "That really did happen. The Peabody Coal company bought up and tore down an entire small town, Paradise, Kentucky, and strip mined the hill it sat on. There is still a coal-fired power plant on that site now, out there in Western Kentucky."

Brad also explained that the old man he had known at the Opry had actually seen "the world's largest shovel," a giant steam shovel that had been used to excavate the coal, and which was mentioned in the song, in operation at the Paradise site years before when he had been touring with the Bill Monroe, who was also from out in that part of the state.

Jack commented, "I know even though it is a dying industry in a lot of ways, like it or not, that coal mining still provides a lot of jobs. Underground mining can be dangerous, but if done right, it isn't nearly as bad as strip mining."

They played a few more records and talked more before going to bed. Before they knew it, Friday had flown by, and it was early Saturday morning. They had planned to get up and get started extra early, so as to enjoy their trip as much as possible. But, Brad awoke even before the alarm had gone off.

Soon they had gotten ready, had everything in the big red Chevy truck, and were heading for Smith's Mountain. Once there, they saw that there were surveyor's stakes up all over the foot of the mountain, but no work had actually started yet. Once up on top, they stopped again at the big rocks, and walked up on them to enjoy the view. It was a gorgeous Saturday to start this Labor Day Weekend. It was still hot, but the humidity was blessedly gone, and the sky had that gorgeous, haze-free September blue to it already.

They kissed tenderly there, and admired the view some more. Then they got back in the truck, and Jack drove far on around across the top of the mountain, beyond the field where they had stopped and made love on their previous visit. Soon, they were back in a section of thick forest. Jack stopped the truck and they got out. Somewhere in the distance Brad thought he heard water rushing over rocks.

They got all of their gear and supplies out of the truck, and hiked a short distance down and old path through the cool forest. They then came out into another good-sized clearing. On the opposite side of the clearing were more big rocks, and more forest. Jack explained that the down-slope of the mountain on the Pleasant View side was just on the other side of this. They dropped all their stuff off in the clearing where they would set up camp, and then walked around behind the tall rocks. Brad then gasped in delight at the sight before him.

From the middle of the huge outcropping of tall rocks there at the edge of the forest on the mountaintop there flowed a large, cool, rushing amount of crystal-clear water. It ran out near the top of the rocks, and then beautifully cascaded down over a stair-step pattern of more huge, broad, smooth rocks. At the bottom of this formation, the water formed a big, deep-looking pool. It then ran out and formed a wide stream that meandered rapidly away into the forest. Jack explained that it then ran rapidly all the way down the wooded side of the mountain, eventually finding its way down into the river in the valley far below, along which they had driven out on the Smithville Pike that morning.

"This spring is the source of Smith's Creek," Jack said with a grin. "I've never seen it run dry, and the water is just as pure as it can be, too. And that pool at the base of the rocks is deep, and it is cold and great even on the hottest summer day, too!"

They had brought some water with them, but Brad now realized they probably would not have even had to. He stuck his hand into the cold, rushing water and palmed a bit, then tasted it. The best tasting bottled spring water in the world had nothing on this pure refreshment, he thought.

Jack and Brad set up camp then, putting up a large two-man tent, which Jack had brought along. They then went hiking, following an old faint trail along Smith's Creek all the way down the mountain. They walked a little more than a mile total, and finally came out at the point where the creek ran into the river, with a beautiful little waterfall at their confluence.

They soon started hiking back up the mountain. It was not yet noon, and not very humid outside, but it was still hot, and with the strenuous uphill hike, both guys were soaking wet with sweat by the time they finally got back up to the top of Smith's Mountain. They stopped next to where the spring came gushing out and down over the stair-step rock formation into the deep pool below.

Jack took off his hiking boots and socks, and quickly started stripping off the rest of his sweat-soaked clothes. "Come on, take off your clothes," he said to Brad with a big grin.

"THAT, is something that YOU never have to ask me twice to do, big fella!" Brad said, grinning and laughing.

Soon they were both balls-out naked there next to the spring. Jack carefully climbed up one side of the natural rock staircase, then sat down bare assed naked in the middle of the rushing water on one of the big, smooth, flat rocks. "Ohh!" He gasped at first. "Fuck, that is COLD, but it feels great!" Jack hollered to Brad, laughing like a schoolboy.

Soon Brad was right beside of Jack, their naked sides pressed close together. They both leaned back, letting the cold, clear water gush all over them from head to toe. Setting up, so that his head was out from under this natural shower, Brad saw that Jack had now done the same. They kissed deeply, putting their arms around each other, as they cold spring water swirled deliciously around their waists, under their asses, between their legs, and then off of the stone on which they were sitting to continue its rushing downward descent.

"I love you!" Brad gasped, breaking their kiss. They were both used to the water now, and it just felt good. Sitting there in the water in the sunshine, against his big man, kissing with their arms around one another had made Brad horny as hell now. He looked over and saw that Jack's dick was sticking straight up too. They kissed more.

"C'mon!" Jack shouted.

Soon they were back at the base of the rock formation, and Jack then jumped right into the big pool of water there. Brad joined him, and soon they were back in each other's arms, treading water and kissing deeply as their rock-hard cocks, tummies, and wet furry chests all pressed together there in the spring-fed pool.

They laughed, splashed, and swam around awhile. Jack dove down and sucked Brad's cock beneath the cool, clear water briefly, causing Brad to gasp in pleasure. Jack resurfaced laughing, and they embraced and kissed once more. They then went back up onto one of the rocks that formed the terrace to the source of the spring.

Jack laid down on his back, the cool water rushing all around him, on this the widest of the natural stone steps. The water spread out as it ran across this part of the terrace, so that it was not very deep at all, but still felt awesome as it went swirling beneath you. Brad stretched out next to Jack, and soon they were kissing passionately, with the rushing water swirling around them.

They were both so hot and horny now. They started sucking each other there in the water. Soon they clambered back down, and tumbled wet and naked down together right into a sunny patch of little purple wildflowers at the base of the rocks, back down at the edge of the big pool. Jack rolled onto his back, the little flowers tickling it softly, and raised his long legs. Brad entered him immediately, leaning down to kiss him as they started to make love.

They fucked slowly and tenderly there in the wildflowers, with the sound of the rushing stream filling their ears, and purest love in their hearts. They were in the missionary position now, with Brad penetrating Jack fully with his thick cock, as Jack groaned in pleasure and dug the heels of his big feet into Brad's ass over and over as Brad started pounding him harder, as if spurring on a stallion.

"OH YES! FUCK! FUCK!!!" Jack groaned, "HARDER - UH! HARDER, BABY!"

Brad obliged, and soon they were both panting and grunting in heat and in pleasure, as Brad fucked the hell out of his big sweet guy there in the mountaintop sunshine.

"AH-UH! UH! OH BABY!" Brad groaned. "FUCK! JACK!!! Uh-UH! AH! UH! I LOVE YOU - UH! - SO FUCKIN' MUCH, BABY!"

"I - UH! AH-UH! OH FUCK! - LOVE YOU TOO, - UH! GOD YES! - BRADLEY!" Jack grunted and groaned back. Brad was pushing his button just right now, and the pleasure was almost unbearably terrific.

Once again Brad thought of that old song of Dolly Parton's, "Sweet Summer Lovin'," the part where it talks about making love outside "by a stream in the country." Brad thought that Dolly sure had the right idea, because there was nothing better than making love with all your heart and body outside like this!

"Uh! GOD JACK!!!" Brad groaned, feeling his big man's ass clenching his knob now, as it pounded Jack's quivering button over and over.

"UH! FUCK!!! BRADLEY!!! UH! GOD!" Jack moaned and groaned in delight, "I'M GONNA - AH-UH! - FUCK! CUM!!!!!!"

As Brad's hot load then started to fire up into his tight ass, Jack shot another huge load all over Brad in between their sweaty bodies, moaning in delight as he did so. Brad then collapsed on top of Jack, and they held each other and kissed awhile, until finally Brad's contented cock had slid back out of Jack's tight rear. They then went for another swim in the big, cool pool. After all that, they sure felt totally refreshed! They dressed, and walked back over to their campsite.

They enjoyed their Saturday there on the mountain, hiking more and exploring all of Jack's 102-acre mountaintop property. They then went for another swim, dressed again, and fixed a great campfire dinner. After eating they just sat and talked for a long while. They were still falling more and more in love with each other, and were both surprised that was still even possible.

By dark, they were stretched out by the campfire, looking up at a billion bright stars there on top of Smith's Mountain. Soon they were both naked and once again making love, with Jack taking Brad this time. They groaned in pleasure and both came so hard again several minutes later, and then just lay there naked awhile holding one another.

They eventually went into the tent. But, Jack and Brad stayed naked, and slept, cuddled up tightly in each other's arms, that way all night long. On Sunday morning they fixed breakfast, and then explored the mountain some more. They hiked back to the overlook, and sat there together looking down at the valley spread out before them, and Pleasant View off in the distance. They had declared naked day today, and after hosing each other down thoroughly with bug repellant and sunscreen, and the only clothes they had put on were their hiking socks and boots. So it was that they were both sitting there naked on the overlook.

"This is fun as hell," Brad said with a grin. "Makes me wish I could run around naked all the time!"

"Me too," Jack said, turning and giving his hot naked cubby man a leering head-to-toe looking over, "except I wouldn't want anyone else checking out this great scenery though!"

They walked back to the truck, their dicks swinging freely, and the sunshine on their bare bodies feeling glorious. They walked on past, and back to their little camp. They stayed naked that entire Sunday, but didn't make love again while up on the mountain, they were both too spent from all their fun the day and night before. Instead, they just enjoyed being naked out in nature, while also enjoying very much the talking, swimming, and just being alone together. They were so in love. That evening before dark, they broke their little camp, put their boxers, shorts and t-shirts back on, loaded everything back into the truck, and headed back to Pleasant View.

Back at home that night they had a late dinner, showered and shaved, and soon were cuddled up naked together in their bed once again. "Bradley," Jack said tenderly as they laid there in the dark, "I feel even closer to you after this weekend, I want you to know that. I love you with all my heart and soul."

"And I love you just as much, Jack," Brad said, thrilling at those words. They kissed tenderly, and tired from their fun camping trip, soon drifted off to sleep in each other's warm arms.

The next morning, after dressing and having breakfast the guys headed out to do their shopping for the week ahead. As they put the groceries away in the kitchen later, they both were silently thinking happy, loving thoughts.

"My God, it was never this great with Holly. I only thought I knew what love is, and now I finally have it. He is everything I could ever want," Jack thought.

"I never thought I'd ever find anyone to be with like him, much less live under the same roof with them! He is truly a dream come true," Brad was thinking.