back when he was young and skinny and just a puppy. “Ten years. Tim’s the one in the black hat.”
“That’s more than a few years, Kit. How much loss before it wasn’t worth it anymore?” Ty’s hands were sliding on his legs, touching him there.
“I could fall in love with you so easy. You make me want things I thought were gone forever.” His voice was harsh, sand-papered with truth.
“Tell me what they are and I’ll see if I can give them to you.” Ty smiled, hands squeezing on his legs. “Kit, you’re a good man and a good-looking man. I love your smile and the way you play guitar and you turn me on. Would loving me be such a bad thing?”
“I hope not, Ty.” Kit reached out and stroked the long hair, giving his lover a smile. “You want a shower, wash the seawater off? Mine’s big enough for two.”
He was just going to have to take it as it went. One hour at a time.
Chapter Seven
Tyler stretched out on the bed, watching Kit get dressed for the jam session he’d set up.
They’d spent the last couple days making love and swimming and eating and showering and making love some more. His skin felt good, kissed by salt and sand and wind and sun and bearded man. His own clothes were currently doing a turn in the dryer, having been washed after he admitted he’d rather stay here and explore all those beautiful muscles some more rather than go home for a change of clothes.
He’d had his share of lovers, mostly casual, but not all. Still it had been a very long time since he’d shared the bed of someone he cared about as much as he was coming to care about Kit. The man got under his skin, made him want to make promises he wasn’t in the habit of making.
Kit rolled on some white pressure socks, then stuck the metal legs into a pair of blue jeans before attaching his legs and standing to fasten his jeans. The man was moving loose and easy, almost glowing after their day.
Ty liked that, liked that he had a part of putting that half smile on Kit’s face. Keeping it there was promising to be a bit of an addiction. Maybe a whole lot of an addiction.
A royal blue shirt was shrugged on, Kit leaving it unbuttoned as that sweet little beard was trimmed, hair brushed. Then Kit walked over, turning his face back and forth. “Am I even?”
“I think I need to examine you more closely to tell.” Ty held out his arms, encouraging Kit to come down for a kiss.
Kit sat on the bed, then moved into his arms, eyes shining, lips kiss-swollen and warm.
Ty licked first, laughing at the way the beard and mustache hairs tickled. Then they were kissing, the flavor of it becoming more and more familiar.
“Oh...” Kit’s hand slid around his neck, fingers stroking slow. “Taste so good.”
“So do you, cowboy.” He was practically purring under Kit’s touch, skin just one big erogenous zone after a day of lovemaking. “How much time before your bands arrive?”
“Hour, hour and a half.” Kit nibbled at his neck, his jaw. “You think we could possibly go again?”
Ty grinned, letting his head drop back to give Kit more skin. “I think we should try, just to see if we can or not.”
“Mmm... I can handle that.” Kit shrugged off his shirt, nuzzling. “So it won’t wrinkle.”
Ty smiled, hands smoothing over Kit’s chest, fingertips following the muscles. “The fact that this chest turns me on like crazy’s got nothing to do with it.”
“Not a thing.” Those little nipples tightened up, six-pack rippling under his fingers.
He murmured happily, leaning up to take one of Kit’s nipples in his mouth, tongue flicking back and forth across it.
“Oh... Oh, damn. Ty... Oh...” Kit arched, almost humming, sounding so good to him.
He slid his hands down along Kit’s sides, fingertips stroking, teasing at the top of Kit’s blue jeans. He couldn’t remember the last lover he’d had who’d been this responsive. Kit’s hands slid over his shoulders, rubbing, touching, encouraging.
Kit had
“That’s more than a few years, Kit. How much loss before it wasn’t worth it anymore?” Ty’s hands were sliding on his legs, touching him there.
“I could fall in love with you so easy. You make me want things I thought were gone forever.” His voice was harsh, sand-papered with truth.
“Tell me what they are and I’ll see if I can give them to you.” Ty smiled, hands squeezing on his legs. “Kit, you’re a good man and a good-looking man. I love your smile and the way you play guitar and you turn me on. Would loving me be such a bad thing?”
“I hope not, Ty.” Kit reached out and stroked the long hair, giving his lover a smile. “You want a shower, wash the seawater off? Mine’s big enough for two.”
He was just going to have to take it as it went. One hour at a time.
Chapter Seven
Tyler stretched out on the bed, watching Kit get dressed for the jam session he’d set up.
They’d spent the last couple days making love and swimming and eating and showering and making love some more. His skin felt good, kissed by salt and sand and wind and sun and bearded man. His own clothes were currently doing a turn in the dryer, having been washed after he admitted he’d rather stay here and explore all those beautiful muscles some more rather than go home for a change of clothes.
He’d had his share of lovers, mostly casual, but not all. Still it had been a very long time since he’d shared the bed of someone he cared about as much as he was coming to care about Kit. The man got under his skin, made him want to make promises he wasn’t in the habit of making.
Kit rolled on some white pressure socks, then stuck the metal legs into a pair of blue jeans before attaching his legs and standing to fasten his jeans. The man was moving loose and easy, almost glowing after their day.
Ty liked that, liked that he had a part of putting that half smile on Kit’s face. Keeping it there was promising to be a bit of an addiction. Maybe a whole lot of an addiction.
A royal blue shirt was shrugged on, Kit leaving it unbuttoned as that sweet little beard was trimmed, hair brushed. Then Kit walked over, turning his face back and forth. “Am I even?”
“I think I need to examine you more closely to tell.” Ty held out his arms, encouraging Kit to come down for a kiss.
Kit sat on the bed, then moved into his arms, eyes shining, lips kiss-swollen and warm.
Ty licked first, laughing at the way the beard and mustache hairs tickled. Then they were kissing, the flavor of it becoming more and more familiar.
“Oh...” Kit’s hand slid around his neck, fingers stroking slow. “Taste so good.”
“So do you, cowboy.” He was practically purring under Kit’s touch, skin just one big erogenous zone after a day of lovemaking. “How much time before your bands arrive?”
“Hour, hour and a half.” Kit nibbled at his neck, his jaw. “You think we could possibly go again?”
Ty grinned, letting his head drop back to give Kit more skin. “I think we should try, just to see if we can or not.”
“Mmm... I can handle that.” Kit shrugged off his shirt, nuzzling. “So it won’t wrinkle.”
Ty smiled, hands smoothing over Kit’s chest, fingertips following the muscles. “The fact that this chest turns me on like crazy’s got nothing to do with it.”
“Not a thing.” Those little nipples tightened up, six-pack rippling under his fingers.
He murmured happily, leaning up to take one of Kit’s nipples in his mouth, tongue flicking back and forth across it.
“Oh... Oh, damn. Ty... Oh...” Kit arched, almost humming, sounding so good to him.
He slid his hands down along Kit’s sides, fingertips stroking, teasing at the top of Kit’s blue jeans. He couldn’t remember the last lover he’d had who’d been this responsive. Kit’s hands slid over his shoulders, rubbing, touching, encouraging.
Kit had
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