Cody's POV

The sun is open and a pure soft blue that streatches over the miles and miles of our home.

I lay on my back on our picnic blanket, just starting up  at the ocean like blanket that covers our stars. There's a peace inside of me that wasn't there before. It fills me from my toes to my finger tips to the ends of my hair.

"You would think I would be better to look at than some boring sky." I hear, sassy muttering full of pout.

I giggle as I roll only last stomach, supporting myself on my arms as I scrunch up my nose at Sloan. "You're much better to look at than the sky. You're very pretty." I tell my sassy high maintenance lover.

He's pouting with his arms crossed and eyes closed, head turned up and away towards the very sky he was just talking shit about. He peaks one of his eyes open, and I give him my best begging face until he groans, grabbing my face before peppering kisses all over me until my face is almost split in half by my smile.

"You're too cute for your own good. I can't deny such powers." He groans sticking his tongue out at me and I laugh, knowing that no matter what I do, he would fold faster than stay at home mom.

"Okay, okay, where were we?" I ask referring to the game we've been playing off and on for a while.

We've been asking questions back and forth, some normal, some a little more personal in order to learn one another and spend time together. A person has three times to refuse to pass a question before they're owed a freebie favor for anything. After playing for so long call both of us still only have two points against us, but the questions have been slowly getting more and more outrageous, both of us clearly wanting to get the first point.

Though much to my surprise and delight, Sloan is an open book in the manor I am, able to express our deepest desires, greatest fears and worst experiences all while casually enjoying each other company.

It's one of the many things I love about him.

"It's your turn I think, I went last time." He tells me, working something on his computer that he and James have been keeping from me for a while now. I'm tempted to ask again what it is, but I'm expecting the same answer I've been getting.

That it's a need to know basis and when I need to know, I will.

What a bunch of butt heads.

But I love them anyway.

"Okay..." I say, rummaging my head for questions I've asked already and those I've been waiting to. Sometimes I think of them randomly like in the shower or in the middle of a meeting and I'll try to write it down or remember for the next time we play. And still I manage to draw up blank and take forever every time.

After a few moments, one comes to mind, and I face a patiently waiting Sloan with narrowed eyes that he challenges with wiggling brows. "Who was your first kiss?" I ask.

I see him consider it for a moment before he clarifies. "Mine myself or would James' count?" He asks and it's a fair question.

"Yours." I answer, deciding to ask James about it myself another time.

"It was Jessie, actually." He tells me, his smile soft and warm, as he talks about my other half. It makes me smile too as I reach for his hand, placing a kiss on the back it softly as he thinks of his own question.

"Hmmm. Okay, this might be a tough one, but I have to know. Did you ever wish Taylor would be your Mate before he met Enza? I mean come on, the Faerie is a hunk." Sloan says fanning himself and making faces causing me to roll my eyes and laugh as I push his dramatic expressions away softly.

"Honestly, no. As much as I love Taylor and appreciate him for all he's done, I never really hoped for anyone I knew to be my Mate. Not because they weren't my type but because I didn't notice people like that. I was so trapped in my trauma and the effects of the past that the only experience I had with thoughts of finding my Mate were of anxiety and fear that I wouldn't be enough. Or that I couldn't be there when they needed me." I tell him, carefully choosing my words, expressing something I've struggled to put into words for quite some time.

He considers the answer, closing his lap top and giving me his full attention, reaching out to play with one of my curls as I think.

"Who named you Sloan? Did you have to name yourself? And if you didn't, have you ever thought of changing your name?" I inquire, finally remembering one of my shower questions.

I can see the question catches him off guard, and the way his shoulders cave in a little makes me want to pluck the words from the air and shove them right back into my mouth, but I'm slowly learning that sometimes in order to be ready for the good, you have to be willing to sit with the back side of things.

His turns to looks towards his right, the large lake glistening in the late afternoon sun. If I strain my ears I can just barely hear the waves of the ocean a few miles away.

"I wish I could tell you. For as long as I remember that's been my name. I don't really have many memories from before we were around seven or so, and by then, my father barely referred to either of us by name, though James and of course his mom used the word Sloan. I don't know where it came from. And changing it? I don't know that doesn't seem right. I don't judge the people who did, but I can't just walk away from the name that is just as apart of me as this body is. It's mine. And I'm happy with it." He finally answers and it makes a lot of sense and fits what I know about him.

He's been through so much, and yet he holds so much compassion, strength and pride in who he is. He's confident, expressive and proud.

I adore him and every day he shows me how to be myself and let my inner light shine just a little more. I gaze out over the lake as I wait for my question, enjoying this time with him like always. Alex makes jokes sometimes when we spend time together or when Jessie and James go on dates saying two tops and two bottoms leaves the world half naked. Zee said it's just because he's jealous and a little lonely. In all reality, there's a softness, a tenderness that connects Sloan and I. It's not burning aching need like with James or like a raging fire like between he and Jessie, but our own soft teasing love that drives you insane and pushes you further than you ever thought you'd go.

Finally he seems to have chosen a question.

I watch with curious wonder and mild alarm as Sloan starts to blush, his cheeks and ears gathering a dusting a pink. Intrigued, I try to keep an open mind as he asks me; "Would you like to make love?"

My breathing stalls and on their own, my eyes fall to his soft plump lips, wet from his tongue coming out to say hello. I swallow, my cock already paying attention to this very very interesting conversation. I wait for him to elaborate or start to get ready to head back to the pack house, but he only bites his lip, looking at me expectedly.

"Of course." I tell him. While Sloan and I have done our fair share of fooling around and blow jobs, I promised to let him be as dramatic as he wants for our first time. Though I'm only now realizing I should have been more thoughtful with the parameters of that.

My suspicions are confirmed when Sloan stands up and starts to unbutton his romper, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail, tendrils of hair hanging from his temples. He slowly starts to slide the straps down his arms when my brain finally clicks to what's going on. "Wait. Here? Now?" I ask, looking around. While the closest house is acres away, I think about the possibility of someone seeing us as they go for a run. But to my surprise, the idea doesn't immediately turn me off, instead shooting a dose of adrenaline and electricity shooting through me. Sloan smirks as if he knows what's going on in my head, before nodding slowly, pulling down the romper down his legs.

All I can do is stare groaning as my dick responds to the purple panties that Sloan is wearing, a bow on the back when he spins for me to see. His plump ass is beautiful, and I find myself wanting to expose his pretty cock from those pretty little panties he brought.

I lunge at him with a small growl making him squeal in surprise when we crash to the spread out blanket, though I make sure he doesn't hit his head. Sloan stays laying down as I get onto my knees and undress, kicking away my clothes as I nervously remove my hands from my leaking cock, still trying to get used to people seeing me naked confidently.

Sloan reaches for me and I grin, climbing out his body to give him kisses along his neck and Mark earning a moan. I take time reminding his body of my touch, taking care of all the spots I love the most when it's me underneath. Sloan bites his arm to muffled his moans as I take care of him, wetting his puckered hole and stretching him with my fingers until he's ready. Though before I go to align myself with his now soaking entrance, he stops me with that little smirk of his, his cheeks burning and cock leaking over his slim stomach. "Prep yourself too." He tells me, and with a bit of embarrassment, a whole lot of sexual tension and using the precum leaking from both of our cocks, I do as asked, shaking a bit as I rub my sensitive hole, making it nice and soft so my fingers slide in.

Soon I'm a shaking moaning mess, but I'm prepped, and I take a moment to calm my sensitive body and nerves before I kiss my way up Sloan's body not ready to bite him yet, just a little passed my comfort zone. Instead, I grip his hip tightly as I line myself up, groaning low and deep as I slowly push myself in.

While we've talked about it, James and I have never really switched roles, and this is my first time actually topping someone.

The pleasure the hits me as pressure and blinding warm clamp down in my cock is almost overwhelming. I moan loudly, my fingers digging deeply into Sloan's hips. For a second I'm worried about hurting him, but there's a blissed out look amid the pleasure that tells me I'm okay. I slowly shift in and out, building up a rhythm that drives me crazy, milking my cock as I thrust into the sweet tight ass of my lover.

"Oh, fuck." I sigh, shivering from the effort of holding onto my orgasm, waves of bliss and unexperienced ecstasy almost drowning me in a sea of pleasure too strong for me to stand.

One moment I'm thrusting in and out of Sloan as he lifts his hips grinding on my pulsing cock, the next, I'm faced down on the ground, my ass high in the air as Sloan lines himself up. I'm still reeling from the speed of the transition and the aftershocks of pleasure that are shooting through me when Sloan starts to fuck his way deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh, fuck, Sloan yes!!!" One of my free hands goes to my cock and starts stroking it, the other coming up to my mouth, trying to quiet myself as Sloan rams me from behind, my lover growling his contentment as he fucks me for his pleasure, grinding into my G-spot until I run from the overwhelming pleasure, his manicured nails digging into my hips stopping me from escaping.

"You're such a pretty fuck toy, baby boy." He purrs as he continues to rail me and I find myself drooling on the picnic blanket as I get closer and closer to the edge, my vision blurring as pleasure rolls over me in waves.

My moans get louder behind my hand and my eyes roll into the back of my hand as Sloan growls out his release, fucking his cum into me as he pushes me over the edge, my cum squirting onto the blanket and my hand as I moan and shiver, the waves of my orgasm still washing through me as he flexes his hips brushing against the still sensitive muscle.

Sloan pulls out slowly before turning me over, kissing me gently on the lips with a sigh before he cracks up laughing. "I had this whole romantic plan where you would make love to me and then I would make love to you and then we cum against together. But dammit Cody you turn me into a monster." He complains, whining with those perfectly plump lips.

"Oh no. However can I make it up to you?" I ask him trying not to roll my eyes too obviously as I stifle my laughter.

"By joining me in the lake to wash off. Let's go pretty boy." He tells me, standing up with a raised brow, placing a hand on his popped hip.

I groan as if reluctant, pretending to not want to go. Sloan starts to curse, swearing he's gonna to throw my ass into the lake himself, but before he can, I jump up racing towards the edge.

"Last one there is a rotten egg." I call over my shoulder through belly aching laughter, stumbling from the force of my giggling when Sloan trips over his own romper, falling to the ground and more behind as I near the waters edge. Knowing if I don't do it now myself, Sloan most definitely will, I hold my breath and dive into the lake the slightly chilled water feeling nice on my flushed skin.

"You're a fucking cheater, Cody." Sloan tells me with a glare. "Just remember you started this!" He says and with no warning he jumps straight towards me in the water and I try to splash away though my laughing only slows my down.

He stay in the water and in our clearing well after the sun goes down, just enjoying each other and the freedom to relax and finally savor a true feeling of peace.

Life is precious, and I'm more and more grateful every day that I'm lucky enough to experience with James and Sloan. Whatever else is to come, this is bliss, and gates or not, I think I found my own little slice of heaven.

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Alright second chapter of the day down. I def think I can do two more chapters but I'm not so sure about three more chapters today. We'll see! 6 Chapters and 1 Epilogue to go!

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