Buck drained the last of the whiskey from his cup before leaning back, pillowing his head against his saddle.

"Sure am gonna miss that town," Buck said. Chris didn't reply, but through the flames, Buck saw him nod. "The name Sweetwater doesn't do it justice."

"You got another name in mind?" Chris asked quietly, lying back against his own saddle.

"Sweet nectar? Sweet maiden? Take your pick." Buck sighed as he settled himself more comfortably on his bedroll. "Never seen a prettier gal in all my days."

"Until you turned around and saw her sister."

Buck chuckled. "They made a pretty picture, didn't they? Still can't decide which one I liked better. You remember their names?"

Chris shook his head as if he thought Buck had forgotten, which amused Buck. What that man must think of him.

"Adelaide and Madeline."

"Yeah, Addie and Maddie," Buck said with another sigh. "Thick, dark hair, curling down their backs. Ample bosoms longing for tender affection. Slim waists and wide hips. Creamy thighs...."

Buck was idly stroking himself before he even realized it. He and Chris had shared a room in Sweetwater. Two beds, two girls — it had all worked out quite well. Not that it had been the first time they'd done that.

"Addie kept kissing my neck like it was slathered in honey. How 'bout Maddie?" Buck already knew the answer; he'd been watching.

Chris always avoided looking at him while he was going at it, though. He just focused on the girl. But Buck liked to watch him out of the corner of his eye, when he knew Chris wouldn't notice. The man wasn't adventurous in bed, but he made a fine sight just the same. He was so intense; his powerful muscles thrusting, pleasuring the woman beneath him — Buck was always impressed.

"She did seem to enjoy that," Chris replied.

Buck's fingers played over the hardness trapped inside his trousers. "And her hands, huh? Were they as soft as Addie's?"

"Real soft," Chris agreed.

Buck glanced over and saw him staring nowhere but up at the night sky. "Awful pretty eyes, too. They sparkled in the lamp light, like..."

"Stars," Chris said softly.

"Just like that." Buck continued to stare through the fire at Chris, watching him rub over the bulge in his own pants. "I think I can still smell her on my clothes. Lavender..."

"Lilac..."

"So sweet...." Buck undid the buttons on his trousers and slipped his hand inside when he noticed that Chris had done the same. "She felt so nice. She knew just how to touch me..."

Chris didn't say a word, but over the crackle of the fire, Buck was certain he heard Chris moan quietly. He smiled; he knew Chris was enjoying this, maybe even more than he was.

"I can't believe where she touched me, how she touched me.... Remember?" Buck slipped his hand lower, cupping his balls. He glanced over at Chris again and noticed the man's pants riding lower on his hips and knew he was doing the same. "Just a little squeeze, a gentle caress ... the tip of a finger trailing up the length, swirling around the tip...."

Buck knew Chris's hands were enacting his words, knew the man was caught in the memory of that night. But Buck was right here, right now.

"So smooth, just like velvet. A thumb teasing beneath the skin, spreading the drop of slickness..."

Buck distinctly heard Chris moan this time, as he fought to keep his own voice under control. No sense in spoiling the mood, not when this was going so well, when they were both so close.

"Fingers gliding along the length, pulling ever so slightly as they moved up and then down. Remember how hard you were, how cool her hand felt against the heat of your shaft? She was so good, knew when to speed up, when to slow down, knew how much pressure you liked, knew how to push you right to the edge ... and then easy back just enough, prolonging the pleasure..."

Buck's hands were stroking his own length, tugging at his balls. He remembered Addie, was describing everything she had done to him, in as much detail as he could remember, speaking as coherently as he could manage, even as he continued to watch Chris through the flickering flames of the campfire.

"And then being inside of her.... So tight, so hot. You didn't think you'd last. Afraid to move until she did. Remember how she moved? She pushed those lovely hips up, just enough, and you met that encouragement..."

Buck saw Chris's hand tighten around his shaft, saw him increase the cadence of his strokes.

"She wanted you. You made her feel incredible, like no one else ever will..."

He saw Chris's hips thrust sharply up into his hand, heard the strangled groan the man failed to completely contain. Buck shot his own load into his hand as Chris continued to milk himself, until Chris's body relaxed. Soon, Chris's hand stilled in his lap. Buck wiped his sticky palm in the dirt, and then did up his pants. He pushed himself up on an elbow and peered over the top of the ebbing fire. Chris's eyes were closed, his chest slowly rising and falling.

Was that a smile on his slumbering face? Probably not, but Buck told himself it was.

Buck stoked the flames of the campfire before settling back down on his bedroll. He closed his eyes and, in the darkness, again saw Chris, on the other side of the campfire, pleasuring himself. It was better than any dream.