Another moan, louder this time, pierced through his fog, causing his eyes to flutter. It was still pitch dark outside, not even a sliver of daylight breaking. It must be two or three in the morning. Lying on his side with Tech’s back against him, movement drew his attention lower. In and out motion – the reason for his body rocking back and forth – a slicking sound… a lewd moan. Steele looked down his body, past his chest, to his hard cock that was pointed at Tech’s hole. A hole that Tech was pushing two fingers deep inside of.
Oh, he was awake now. Steele slowly ran his hand up Tech’s chest. “You bad boy.” Steele’s voice was as rough as sandpaper from sleep, but Tech’s response to him was obscene.
Tech reached for Steele’s dick and nudged back until its head was right there at his slippery entrance. Steele had his arm under Tech’s head, he brought it up and held a handful of his sleep-tousled hair in his hand while he squeezed Tech’s hip with the other. Tech pushed back onto him, controlling the entry, easing Steele inside him… with no condom.
As if they both realized it at the same time, Tech paused midway, his breath hitching from either the realization or the penetration, Steele didn’t know. But he did know that he trusted Tech. He loved him and he knew they were both good. This was right. “Keep going,” he ordered hoarsely.
Tech moaned loudly, and in one move, pushed back and sheathed Steele’s dick in an amazing, hot restriction that made him grunt and fold in over Tech’s back. “Fuck,” Steele cursed, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to get a handle on the feeling that had just taken hold of him.
Steele was so wrapped around Tech’s body he didn’t know where he began and where Tech’s frame ended. Tech lay there, motionless, breathing through the feeling and Steele didn’t dare disrupt him. This was all about Tech, he’d let him direct this show.
After a few more tense seconds, Tech began a lazy sway of his hips, moving back and forth in shallow pumps, pushing his ass back into Steele’s pelvis. It was glorious. Steele kept a hold of Tech’s hair but he moved his other arm up Tech’s chest and held him there so their upper halves never parted. He kissed Tech’s shoulder, licked across the back of his neck, and sucked on his collarbone while he made slow love to him. Moving his pale hips in unhurried motions, taking his sweet time.
“Edwin. I love you so much,” Tech whispered into the darkness.
Steele squeezed him tighter, Tech taking his hand from over his chest and kissing Steele’s palm before settling back over his heart. An overwhelming sense of déjà vu hit Steele. He remembered this scene, walking past a parted door. An insanely in love couple, lying in a gorgeous bed, wrapped in the same exact embrace, savoring a bond that most men only dreamed about having with another. Whispering words of heated passion and love. Steele had seen this before and he remembered closing himself in the bathroom down the hall, wishing he could have it, too. Hoping that a man with impeccable style, an incomparable mind, and the fierceness of a lion would love him and fight by his side. After losing Ack he never thought he’d have that chance. But he did have it and it was right there in his arms. For the first time since that tragic day, his soul didn’t cry when he thought of Ackerman. Reflexively, he squeezed Tech tighter to him, knowing he was the reason why.
“I love you too, baby,” Steele confessed, giving Tech his heart and soul. He reached down and pulled on Tech’s hardness, feeling it expand even more. “Come with me.”
Tech pushed back and ground his ass against him, moaning deeply into the pillows, spilling his hot release onto the cool linen. Steele turned Tech’s head so he could taste him, so he could see the rapture on his face when he came inside him for the first time. Holding his hip firmly to his, Steele’s mouth dropped open, the sensitivity, the emotion devastating him. His entire body clenched tight and he could hear his lover, encouraging him to let it go.
“Edwin,” Tech cried when the warmth flooded his channel.
“My armastaja. Shawn.” Steele held on, emptying more than just his seed deep inside Tech. He was his forever. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for him. He’d love Tech until his last breath, he’d protect him… they’d protect each other. The man in his arms held his heart, and he knew it was safe there.
The End… for now.
Coming Next: Nothing Special VI ~ Free’s story.
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A Genesis and Curtis Short Story
Genesis Godfrey
Genesis dropped the luggage in their spacious Washington DC apartment and kicked off his Jordan slides, pissed that he was back home already when he’d only left two days ago. Traffic had been hell leaving the city, but it was a bitch coming back in. He wasn’t supposed to have needed to worry about that so soon, but his partner mucked that up. They’d had two weeks of vacation planned. Planned it three months ago, and still, Curtis had managed to let his boss tank their happiness. It was becoming quite regular now. Anything they tried to do, that jerk would pop up like a big zit and ruin everything.