They moved to the secondary cabin at first light.
It was smaller than the safe house, older, tucked so deep into the hills that the only sound at night was wind through the pines. One main room. A narrow kitchen. A single bedroom with a bed barely big enough for two. Denver had taken one look at the layout and known the distance he had been trying to maintain was finished.
He lasted less than six hours.
Ryan was still damp from a shower, towel low on his hips, when Denver walked into the bedroom to check the window locks. Their eyes met. That was all it took. Denver crossed the room, yanked the towel away, and put Ryan on his back on the mattress. He f****d him slow and deep the first time, one hand braced beside Ryan’s head, the other wrapped around his c**k, stroking in time with ever
