Eivind stared at him as he disrobed, and the boy couldn't help but stare back, his smokey eyes sparkling with anticipation. He wasn't sure what he was expecting when Eivind sat up and took hold of his elegant hand, but he could feel bursts of heat bite at his skin as the wolf touched him and pulled him down onto the cold, hard ground. Blue complied without protest and let Eivind manipulate his body until he was lying there beneath him, his thin frame shivering as Eivind rubbed up his limbs and torso, but he wasn't shaking from the cold. He could feel his legs spreading apart, although he hadn't thought of it until Eivind was already settled between them. The wolf was covering him now, his skin warm to the touch. Eivind always felt sun-kissed, as if his blood was boiling just underneath his skin, but Blue didn't mind in the slightest. He pressed himself up into the wolf's toasty flesh and wrapped his arms around Eivind's neck as he leaned down to kiss him, moaning gently against his lips as their tongues played with one another.<br/><br/>Just as Blue's cock was beginning to stiffen from Eivind's hungry kisses, the wolf pulled away, asking him about the meat he had packed. "What?" Blue said, his mind and eyesight blurry as he struggled to focus on his company's question. "I, yes, yes I packed the meat from the freezer. Like you told me to," he replied, frowning as Eivind pulled back, tugging Blue along with him. But it seemed that Eivind still wanted him close, and as the two come up from the ground, the older male softly pushed his face into Blue's neck, brushing against the boy's sensitive skin with his lips and his dark, comely beard. Another sweet, docile whimper came from Blue's pink lips as Eivind breathed in his essence. This, too, didn't seem destined to last, and Eivind was moving them again, this time pulling Blue in between his legs with the boy's back against his chest.<br/><br/>Although Blue<i>was </i>hungry, he was finding it more and more difficult to focus on the food, especially when all the blood in his body seemed determined to settle in only one place. He shifted uncomfortably and closed his legs, folding his over his lap to hide the semi-erect member that had popped up while Eivind was on top of him. He was trying to listen to what Eivind planned on doing with the meat but he found that he honestly didn't care all that much, and after only a few words the young man tuned out and just nodded in agreement, his focus only coming back to him as Eivind handed him the skillet.<br/><br/>The boy smiled sweetly and shifted his body, rotating his long, lean legs so that he was now in a kneeling position over the fire. He made sure to spread out the meat pieces and balanced the pan over the flames, watching as they licked aggressively at the bottom of the cookware. Blue had never cooked elk before, but he pretended it wasn't much different from bison, and cooked it similarly to how he would that meat, searing the outside best he could with the inconsistent flames and letting the middle stay a pretty deep pink. Eivind's legs were around him once more, and Blue did his best not to lean too deeply back into the wolf, lest his firm ass press against something thick and stiff.<br/><br/>"Yes, I brought chocolate," Blue replied, looking over his shoulder at Eivind and smiling cheekily. "You really expect me to run away with you into the woods like some kind of outlaw and<i>not</i>bring myself a treat from home? You taste good, but you'll never taste as good as a sweet, creamy bar of chocolate," he teased, pulling his eyes back to the pan. "I think the meat is ready." He removed the skillet the flames and carefully set it off to the side to allow the meat a bit of time to cool. "I, uh, didn't pack any utensils. You said to pack light, so I figured they were a bit superfluous when we have our fingers. Just give the meat a minute to settle and when the danger to our tongues has passed we can eat."<br/><br/>Blue's legs were beginning to cramp up, so he unfurled them once more and stretched them out in front of him, scooting himself close to Eivind and leaning back against the wolf's torso. "To be honest, I'm a little surprised I still even like anything sweet," Blue said gently, biting his lower lip as he stared into the flickering flames. "When I was still with Lofgren's pack, Alden used to give me sugar cane as a treat, for when I was being a 'good boy.' At first, he used it as a reward to encourage obedience. Or if I did something sweet, like kiss his neck or cuddle him, or pick him flowers, he would use it then, too. He didn't care that I hated him, or that everything I did was just an act to keep him from punishing me. It didn't take long for the sight of sugar cane to start making my stomach turn. But if I refused it, Alden would get mad at me." Blue frowned and lowered his gaze to his lap; his hands had started wringing themselves together without him noticing. "Alden's punishments usually weren't as violent as Lofgren's, because he cared about keeping me alive, but they were . . . insidious. He always told me they were for my own good, and that if I would just have<i>listened</i>, he wouldn't have been forced to hurt me. He always kissed and pet me when he hurt me, telling me to hush, to not cry, to stay still. His voice was always so, so sweet." Blue sighed and shook his head. He had very suddenly decided that he had no desire to speak about Alden or Lofgren anymore and hoped that Eivind wouldn't press him to continue. He pulled away form Eivind and reached for the cooling skillet, turning around and placing it down on the ground between them. Blue crossed his legs beneath himself and reached into the pan, plucking a chunk of juicy meat and popping it into his mouth.<br/><br/>"It's gamy," Blue said, chewing slowly, the smallest stream of juice leaking from the corner of his mouth and winding down his chin as he ate. He swallowed and wiped at his lips with the back of his hand. "I like it, though. I've never had elk before." He picked up another piece with the forefinger and thumb of his right hand and stretched it out, offering the piece to Eivind. "Here," he said breezily, his eyes catching Eivind's once more. "You killed it, you should enjoy it. I hope I didn't cook it too much for you. I don't know how rare you like your meat."