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such fine hands. The man made him want in a serious way. The calluses were rough against his skin, fingertips finding hidden bundles of nerves that made his skin sing. He started working on Kit’s jeans, bucking and arching beneath each touch, each glide of skin along his own.
    “Make me want you so.” The whisper was sweet, moaned as Kit drew one of his fingers into those hot lips, sucking gently.
    “Oh, Kit...” Ty whimpered, writhed, pushed a hand into Kit’s jeans and wrapped it around the man’s prick. So hot. So good.
    Kit, for all his joking, was hard again, full and thick against his palm. The suction around his fingers grew harder, Kit’s fingers finding his cock. Ty shuddered, pleasure singing through him.
    “Ty... ‘mere.” Kit hauled him up, wrapping both of their cocks together in their twined fingers.
    “Oh man. Kit.” He whimpered, bucked against Kit and then settled, their hands doing the work now.
    “Yeah.” That’s when the kisses started, sweet and rich and so hungry, so eager for each sensation, each second of pleasure.
    Ty could understand that. He even admired it, gave each kiss and touch the attention they deserved because they meant so much to Kit and in return to himself. Kit kept his eyes open, watching, those quiet eyes taking everything in, so happy, so hot.
    “It’s good, Kit.” He murmured softly, eyes rolling back in his head as Kit’s thumb slid across the tip of his cock.
    “Uh-huh. Fuck, Ty. Sweet.” Kit groaned, crying out, those hips thrusting. He brought their mouths together, latching onto Kit’s tongue and sucking on it. Kit shot with a cry, spunk shooting over his hand, his cock.
    It smelled like sex and the ocean and Kit and his cry joined Kit’s, his heat spilling over their hands, too.
    Kit caught his breath, eyes twinkling as they relaxed together. “I... I think I need to buy some vitamins.”
    Ty threw his head back and laughed. “I think you’re doing a damned good job on your own, cowboy.”
    Soft chuckles tickled his throat, Kit nuzzling close. “Yeah? Excellent, ‘cause you’re making me fly, Ty.”
    “Awesome. Who needs speed, eh? We’ll just take a dose of each other.” He chuckled. Yeah, high was definitely how he was feeling.
    “Damned straight.” Kit’s eyes just twinkled . “Or maybe not exactly straight...”
    Ty kept on laughing, burying his face in Kit’s neck and just enjoying himself, enjoying Kit’s happiness.
    Kit held him for a long time, hands stroking, a soft, almost silent humming ghosting in the air.
    “I could get used to this,” he said quietly, hand stroking the ripped belly.
    “So could I.”
    “Okay.”
    He drifted there in Kit’s arms until it got to be time for them to get dressed.
    By the time the musicians arrived, Ty was settled in a large, comfortable room, watching Kit warm up Betty again, the music sounding happier this time, easier somehow.
    He sipped at a V8, watching them set up, joking together, working out what they were going to play. It was good, seeing Kit in his element. The man led the group of musicians through the setting up with an easy hand, clearly the veteran, clearly commanding the respect of the other musicians.
    There was a lot of laughter, a lot of juggling, but they all settled, and started playing. It was awesome, Kit leading them through song after song. The vocalists changed -- sometimes it was the pretty little mandolin player, something the massive bassist. Once or twice the drummer led them and they all sang harmony, all but Kit.
    Kit was deep into the music though, entire body moving as he played, completely focused on what he was doing. The man was simply gorgeous. That Kit was made for music was damned obvious when you saw him playing.
    Ty felt himself going hard, not desperately, just... it was good, really good, watching Kit.
    They were singing something slow and sweet, filled with a soul-deep longing, when they stopped, started into a discussion about the lyrics. Finally