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Just the astonishment of being naked together again, of
putting hands on each other again. There was something
about it, the concession of placing your trust literally
your balls in another man s hands. Oh, and Christ the
feel of that hard, calloused hand cupping that delicate
sack while Tucker s other hand made those long stroking
slides.
Elliot moaned.
Yeah? Tucker asked breathlessly.
Elliot s own breath was ragged. Yeah. Oh yeah.
There was just one problem. It had been too long. Way
too long. Embarrassingly, Elliot s body was reacting like
an adolescent boy s. The concept of pacing was about as
far removed as metamathematics, and as much as he
wanted to do the civilized thing and at least pretend he
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cared what was happening with Tucker, his body was like
a locomotive racing toward the light at the end of the
tunnel.
Somehow when he tried to articulate that, the sound
that came out was a helpless, inarticulate request for just
the opposite.
Tucker s tongue thrust into his mouth and Elliot
pushed hungrily back. It was good between them. It
always had been. And this was one of the things that had
been best. This wordless, instinctive sexual compatibility
that enabled each to give the other exactly what he
wanted, what he needed.
Or, maybe in this case, Tucker giving Elliot what he
needed, because it was happening now. He couldn t stop
it if he wanted to, the very idea was ridiculous& A sultry,
snapping heat started at the base of Elliot s spine and
sparkled up through cartilage, blood vessels and nerves.
One final jerk, one final thrust, and climax came
rolling like thunderclouds tumbling through the summer
sky a peppery rain of hot release.
That was different, Elliot mumbled a while later,
easing his leg from the damp tangle of sheets and limbs.
Did you no, you didn t, did you?
Tucker chuckled, that low growl of lazy amusement,
and settled more comfortably, pulling Elliot close again.
He licked the trickle of sweat from Elliot s temple. Don t
worry. My turn s coming&
***
It was still dark when Elliot next woke, but the edges of
the night were fading. He could feel Tucker stirring
beside him. He smiled, nuzzled him, and Tucker opened
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his mouth, tasting sleepy and warm and familiar. Tucker
grunted an inarticulate greeting and they were chuckling
sleepily, tasting their shared laughter.
Tucker s erection prodded Elliot in his belly. He had
woken exactly like the old days: randy and raring to go.
That was fine by Elliot. He d woken in the same state of
need. His own cock was shoving right back as they held
each other in a long, hard hug.
The night before had been sweet and simple, a much
needed release of tension and an expression of affection.
They both wanted more now.
I ll toss you for it, Tucker said, raising his head, his
eyes shining.
There s an image.
Tucker didn t laugh. He sounded unexpectedly serious
as he said, I want it to be whatever you want this time.
This time? Hadn t he got whatever he wanted a couple
of hours ago?
Yeah? Elliot murmured. What I want, really want,
is to be fucked. I want you to fuck me.
Oh God, Tucker muttered. I want that. I don t think
a week goes by I don t dream about it. The way it feels to
move inside you. The way your body grabs on like tight
velvet. The sounds you make, like having me inside you
is the best thing that ever happened to you.
Elliot moaned in response to that dark, seductive
voice. His cock went stiffer still.
Yeah, like that, Tucker breathed hotly against his
ear. Just like that. The way you spread yourself, spread
your legs so that I can get at you and push so deep
It was easy in that comfortable gloom. Easy to kick off
the blankets, easy to let Tucker take him through the
necessary steps of preparation. In the old days it had been
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something to rush through, but now there was an intimate
solemnity to the ritual of condom and lube.
It s been a while for me, Elliot admitted, squirming
pleasurably as he surrendered to the finger stroking him in
that most private of places.
Me too.
Oh Christ. Touch me again there&
There? Whispered.
Elliot s breath hitched, words temporarily failing him.
He pushed his hips down, trying to get more.
Tucker s own admission made it easy to relax beneath
that coaxing, almost hypnotic touch. This too had once
been something to hurry past. Now it felt like an end in
itself. Tucker taking so much time, so much trouble to
make it good for Elliot.
Elliot writhed, breathless, helpless, shivering with a
kind of electrical overload at the feel of that long, sturdy
finger probing him, pushing in and out past the guardian
ring of muscle.
What will be easiest on your leg?
Elliot hadn t even thought of his leg. Having to
consider it now felt like having some complicated
philosophical question thrown at him.
Uh& Probably if I lay on my side?
They shifted around, cocks rigid and bobbing in this
new version of Twister.
How s that?
Elliot nodded. Tucker s lightly haired legs brushed
Elliot s own, his breath was hot against the back of
Elliot s neck, his arm resting warmly, possessively over
Elliot s waist as he began that delicate caress of fingertip
to anus once more, trailing up and down the cleft of
Elliot s ass. Elliot s breath caught.
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Okay?
I need more.
Oh yeah, I ll give you more. Tucker kissed his
shoulder. All you can take. One finger became two and
then he replaced the fingers with his cock, pushing
slowly, with piercing sweetness into Elliot s body. A tight
fit, a very tight fit. Tucker was taking great pains not to
ram into him, which Elliot appreciated, as his body
braced, resisted& Wait, this hurts, do I really want this?
Should I let this happen?& resisted& and then capitulated.
Oh God. Yes. Please, Tucker.
That breach of flesh always astonished him. It wasn t
only physical, that letting someone inside. Physical was
the easy part.
He d have liked to lay on his back, liked to have the
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