[ Joel lets Jesse guide their mouths back together while he moves his hands down to Jesse's jeans. Where Jesse is a lot more sure of himself when it comes to this kind of thing, Joel is a little clumsier, the intimacy of undressing Jesse making him a little hesitant, uncertain. As his own shirt is unbuttoned and pushed down his shoulders, Joel abandons what he's doing to help shrug his coat and shirt down his arms, small goosebumps breaking out across his skin and his nipples tightening from the chilly air inside the otherwise insulated tent. He takes to pushing his own jeans and his briefs down his hips, his cock almost fully hard now and swaying heavily as he moves, while toeing off his boots with an impatience that almost has him trampling over his own feet.
Jeans and briefs and boots kicked aside, he steps backwards to the foam camping mattress behind him and seats himself down onto it, one hand shoving the thick blankets aside to climb under them while his other hand reaches up to snag Jesse's hand to tug Jesse down to him. ]
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Jeans and briefs and boots kicked aside, he steps backwards to the foam camping mattress behind him and seats himself down onto it, one hand shoving the thick blankets aside to climb under them while his other hand reaches up to snag Jesse's hand to tug Jesse down to him. ]
C'mon, hurry the hell up, it's goddamn cold.