-Devin-

He and Sam were the last ones to walk into the dining area that night. Everyone else was already seated at the table, except for Avery, who was standing at the stove wearing an apron. He turned around and smiled at them, and Devin had the urge to wrap him up in a hug and kiss him. He didn't think it was possible for Avery to be any cuter than he looked right now.

"It's almost ready," Avery said cheerfully. "We're having chicken thighs with rice. I also made some grilled vegetables for Amanda and there's enough for everyone to have some. But there's plenty of meat, Devin."

He cracked a smile at Avery's meat remark, and even though it had caused controversy when he had originally said it, he noticed a few of the others trying not to laugh. His eyes drifted back to Avery and were drawn to Avery's ass. It was compact and perky and filled out the pants he was wearing just right. He knew he should give it more time, but he was tempted to pay a visit to Avery's cabin tonight.

"I see you and Sam made it back alive," Marc said to him.

"Yeah. The world didn't end because we had to spend a day together."

"That's good to hear," Peter replied. "I'm glad you could set aside your differences."

Avery walked over to the table and set a plate in front of him and one in front of Sam, and then turned to go back for everyone else's.

He looked down at the food on his plate and raised both eyebrows. The meal looked like it had come out of an upscale restaurant. The chicken thighs were perfectly browned and covered in an even distribution of seasonings. The rice was colorful, with small pieces of red onion, peppers, and cilantro mixed in. There were at least five types of grilled vegetables heaped next to the rice. 

"You're a chef too?" he asked, looking up at Avery in amazement.

Amanda laughed. "He's not, but it's definitely a valid question. I keep telling him he should put more time into developing his skills."

"Avery is the best cook we have," Peter said. "Unfortunately for us, he works the hardest so we don't think he needs to make dinner on top of that. It's always a treat for us when he cooks."

"I can cook more often," Avery offered, finally sitting down at the table. "It's not a problem."

Devin picked up one of the chicken thighs and bit into it. It was full of flavor, moist, and practically melted in his mouth. 

"Holy shit," he said, his mouth full of chicken. "This is amazing."

Avery flashed a huge smile at him, his big blue eyes practically sparkling. He couldn't remember seeing Avery this happy in a while, and he realized it was probably because they were all here together and so far, everyone was getting along.

He tried to participate in the conversation, but he was too busy eating every morsel of food on his plate. It all had tons of flavor, even the grilled vegetables. It was the best meal he'd had in a long time. The steak Avery had cooked him for his birthday had been great, especially for being over a campfire, but when Avery had access to a kitchen, his food was phenomenal.

"Do you want more chicken?" Avery asked, noticing that he had cleaned his plate.

"I'll take anything you have left."

"Same," Marc said. "It was all so good."

Avery brought over more chicken thighs for him and Marc, and then Sam got up and pulled an item out of the freezer.

"I've got something for you, Avery," she called out. "I was saving this for the next time you cooked for us, since you deserve a treat for putting in all this work."

Devin glanced up and saw Sam holding what looked like a pint of ice cream, but it was in a plain white container with something written on the side in marker.

"You didn't," Avery said, dropping his fork on his plate.

"I did. And apparently I've done a good job hiding it since you had no idea." She turned to Devin. "There's an ice cream shop about two hours away that hand makes all of their ice cream. Avery's favorite flavor is churro."

She handed Avery the ice cream and a spoon. "Enjoy."

"You're the best, Sam! Does anyone else want some?" Avery offered, looking around the table.

"Avery, you are so sweet," Amanda said, laughing. "But we all know you don't want to share that ice cream."

"Agreed," Peter said. "No one is going to take you up on that offer."

Avery took the lid off the pint and looked longingly at the ice cream. "It needs to soften. I might as well clean up while I'm waiting."

"I can clean," Devin volunteered. "You cooked everything."

Peter stood up and clapped him on the back. "Thank you, Devin. I think this is the first time you've offered to clean up, and I know Avery will appreciate it."

He nodded, feeling awkward, and got up to gather everyone's plates. It was true that he'd never offered to wash everything before, but Avery seemed so happy that he wanted to make sure the night continued to go well. 

Everyone else went back to their cabins, leaving just him and Avery. He asked about Avery's day and listened as Avery chattered away. Once he had part of the kitchen cleaned, Avery moved from the table and sat on one of the counters, his feet dangling as he happily ate his ice cream.

When the last dish was washed and put away, Avery motioned for him to come closer. 

"You have to try this. Do you like churros?"

"I've only had one once."

"How?" Avery asked, his eyes wide. "They're amazing." He held out the spoon for Devin, feeding him the ice cream.

It was light and sweet with a strong hint of cinnamon. 

"Okay, you're right," he said, swallowing. "That is really good."

Avery offered him more spoonfuls, one after each spoonful he ate himself. 

"Anything cinnamon flavored is my favorite. Churros, horchata, french toast, Snickerdoodle cookies."

He made a note to commit that to memory. He leaned closer to Avery, practically in between his legs at this point. Avery fed him another spoonful, and then leaned forward and kissed him.

"Thanks for helping out tonight. And for talking things out with Sam. I was really worried when I realized Peter had put you two together, but it looks like it turned out well. I'm proud of you."

He shrugged, feeling heat creep up the back of his neck. He had never been someone who blushed, or someone who cared about what others thought, but hearing praise from Avery actually meant something to him.

"As much as I love this ice cream, I'm glad you're helping me finish it. I can't eat a whole pint at once."

"You can't?"

"I have," Avery confessed. "But I regretted it later. I felt terrible."

"Either way, it was nice of you to share," he replied. "Especially since it's your favorite."

They both heard the door open and turned in that direction. It was Marc.

"Sorry to bother you, Avery, but do you know where Mitch keeps the checklist for soil samples? I'm headed out early tomorrow and haven't collected those in a while, but I can't find the checklist."

"No problem. I can find it for you. Follow me." He hopped off the counter, putting the empty ice cream container in the trash.

Devin made his way to the door. "See you both tomorrow."

-

He really did try to fall asleep in his own cabin and leave Avery alone, but a couple hours later he found himself getting out of bed and putting on his shoes. After he was sure everyone else was asleep in their cabins, he quietly left his and walked over to Avery's. He knocked softly on the door and waited. Avery must have been asleep, because it took a couple of minutes for him to answer and he looked dead on his feet.

He came in and kicked off his shoes. "You can go back to sleep. I couldn't sleep so I came over here to stay with you."

Avery sank back down into his bed without a word, and Devin got in after him and nudged Avery towards the wall. Then, he pulled the blanket over both of them and put his arms around Avery, getting as close as he could.

Later, he stirred when he felt Avery roll over and press his face into his neck, right under his chin. He was thinking that it felt nice, and his thoughts wandered to how nice Avery's ass would feel. He was already halfway hard, so he pushed his hips forward to be closer to Avery. Avery shifted, and he felt something hard press against his own leg. Apparently they were both having the same idea, despite being half asleep. 

He reached down to Avery's ass and grabbed it, remembering how good it looked earlier tonight at dinner. It fit perfectly in his hands, so he began rubbing it, both hands sliding over the fabric of Avery's pants. He heard Avery moan softly and felt him start to roll his hips.

He pushed himself up and flung the blanket off of them. It wasn't enough to touch Avery's ass. He had to see it too. He pulled Avery's pants down and exposed the perky mounds of flesh. "You have a great ass," he whispered. He squeezed it, watching as Avery subtly moved his hips in response.

He needed to sink his teeth into the flesh. He kissed one of Avery's cheeks first, and then gently nibbled. 

"Don't worry, I won't bite hard," he said, before taking a big bite. He kneaded Avery's other cheek with his left hand.

"Devin," Avery moaned. "You're going to have to do something else other than just tease me."

After one more squeeze, he pushed Avery onto his side and laid down next to him. 

"As much as I want to fuck you, I think we're too tired for that." 

Instead, he pushed his own pants down, reached between them, and started to stroke them together. The look of pure bliss on Avery's face heightened his own pleasure, and it was only a matter of minutes before they both came and then fell asleep again.