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time, and pushed a third finger into the tight heat of Scott's
body.
Something close to his name rang out, Scott jerking and
rocking on his fingers. That was what he was looking for,
what he wanted. He tugged on Scott's nipple, pulling on the
abused flesh. Scott went wild for him, cries filling the air, heat
spraying over his fingers.
He gentled his touches, tongue lapping at the red nipple
instead of biting, his fingers moving much slower now as he
worked Scott through the orgasm and then brought his baby
gently down from that high. A series of shudders shook Scott,
but his lover trusted him, relaxed for him.
Josh gave that poor sweet nipple one last kiss and let his
fingers slide away. Taking a half step back, he brought his
hand up to his mouth and made sure Scott was watching
before starting to lick the come from his own skin.
"Josh..." Scott's cock jerked, the spent flesh trying to
respond.
"You taste good, baby." He held his hand up to Scott's
mouth. Scott's tongue flicked out, sliding over his skin. His
own cock responded, throbbed inside his jeans. "That's right,
baby, lick me clean."
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Those eyes flashed up to him, Scott's cheeks pinking,
tongue moving, cleaning him.
"You know what that taste needs? It needs another strong
flavor to accompany it." He looked down at the bulge pushing
at his jeans. He reached up with his free hand, going for the
makeshift rope.
Scott moaned as his arms fell. "Oh. Oh, I was stretched."
He rubbed Scott's biceps, sliding his fingers up and down
along them. "You were. You looked amazing. Like a feast all
trussed up and waiting for me." His prick agreed, throbbing,
reminding him he still needed.
"I was. For you." Scott's fingers reached for his belt.
Oh yes, that's what he wanted, Scott making him come
now. He sucked in his belly, giving Scott room. "Only for me.
I won't share you." Not with anyone.
"No. No, I don't want you to." Scott popped his button,
fingertips brushing his cock.
He groaned, hips jerking. He shook his head. "Mine."
"Yeah. Yeah, Josh." Scott sank down on his knees, hands
spreading the cloth of Josh's jeans.
"Uh-huh." Hips jerked, he pushed his cock toward Scott's
mouth, the swollen lips glistening.
Scott took him in, swallowed him down, throat working
around his cock.
"Baby..." It wasn't just the heat and the suction. It wasn't
just that Scott was so good at this. It was that his baby loved
it, wanted it, needed it. His fingers slid through Scott's hair,
just stroking. For now.
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Scott watched him, looked up at him. Fucking loved him
how screwed was that? His mouth opened, a low moan
coming out, and his hips started to move, sliding his prick on
Scott's tongue. Scott went to town, sucking and licking, that
sweet mouth driving him crazy.
His fingers tightened in Scott's hair, almost without him
realizing it. All his focus was on his cock and Scott's mouth.
That pretty mouth took him in, took him all, his prick
spreading Scott's lips wide. In and out, he fucked Scott's
mouth, going a little deeper with every thrust. And every
thrust, his lover let him in deeper.
He could feel Scott's sucking all the way to his toes, and
his hips moved faster, his breath growing short. "Soon," he
gasped.
He got a nod, a groan, Scott swallowing around his cock.
The groan was still vibrating as Scott's throat closed over his
cock and he shouted Scott's name, hips snapping as he came.
Scott didn't miss a drop, just sucked and swallowed, sending
him flying. His knees nearly buckled, but he locked them,
refusing to pull out before Scott was ready to let his cock go.
When Scott finally pulled off, his shaft was half-hard again,
shining and wet.
"You're too good at that," he murmured, stroking Scott's
cheek, thumb rubbing across the swollen lips.
Scott kissed his thumb. "I enjoy it."
"So do I." He tugged Scott up, opening those swollen lips
and taking a kiss.
Scott cuddled in, soft and warm, relaxed.
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"You know what the only problem with making love outside
is?" he asked.
"Ants? Sunburn? Random bears?"
He loved that Scott could make him laugh. "The only
problem with making love outside, aside from ants, sunburn
and random bears, is that we have to get dressed and hike
back to the cabin before we can cuddle in front of the fire."
"Yeah. But there is that whole cuddling thing. That's pretty
damned cool."
"So what you're saying is focus on the prize instead of the
waiting to get to it?" He kissed Scott's nose. "You're smart as
well as cute."
"Not. Cute."
"You are so very cute." He tucked his cock away, zipped
back up.
"Not." Scott went for his shirt.
He groaned at the sight of Scott's little white ass as his
baby bent. If they didn't get back to the cabin soon he'd wind
up doing Scott right here in the woods. He licked his lips.
"Are, too."
"Am not." He could do things to that smooth, hairless ass
that would make Scott's eyes cross.
They were going to have to book another weekend. Maybe
a whole week. "Are."
"Not." Oh, yeah. A whole week.
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Chapter Eight
He waved to the parking attendant, who waved back.
Christ, he'd been here a few times, huh?
Poor Josh had called half an hour ago, sounding like death
warmed over. It'd been almost a week and Scott knew Josh
didn't sleep without him, Scott knew, but he didn't know how
bad it was. He also didn't realize that he'd drop everything,
pack a bag, and drive across town on a single sentence.
"Baby, I need you."
Scott parked and grabbed his bag and his cameras and
headed for the stairs.
Man, he was going to have thighs like rocks.
His phone rang about the ninth floor, and he ignored it he
was about halfway up.
When he got there, Josh was waiting for him at the top of
the stairs, looking worse than he'd sounded, but still
managing to look happy to see him.
Josh's arms opened. "Hey, baby."
"H ... hey." He pushed right into those arms, lifting up on
his toes to get a kiss.
Josh's mouth descended on his, eager, hungry, all but
devouring him. The door closed behind him, his bags hitting
the floor with a dull thud. Josh dragged him down the hall
toward the bedroom, hands hard on his skin, mouth never
leaving his.
He followed easily, hands sliding over Josh's hair, down the
tight shoulders.
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They got to the bedroom and Josh pushed him up against
the wall, his back slamming against the wood.
Right here. Right here, Josh. He moaned into Josh's lips,
tongue sliding against Josh's.
Josh's hips ground against his, cock hard and trapped
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