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Joanne, the mandolin-player, laughed and held up a hand. “Come on, Kit. You wrote the song. What are the damned words?”
    Kit grinned. “I forget that I have never always held you/For in my heart, always is now.” Then those eyes glanced over at him for a heartbeat. “Take it from the top.”
    Oh.
    Oh, Kit was a lover.
    Kit was a keeper.
    Those cheeks warmed and the song started again, Kit leading the melody on his guitar, rich and warm and beautiful.
    Ty wished Kit would sing; he imagined that it had to be an amazing thing.
    The music went on and on, finally fading off, leaving the room almost ringing with silence as everybody packed up and left, one by one. Ty waited for Kit to say goodbye to the last one of them and then went over to his lover. “That was a truly amazing experience, Kit. Thank you for letting me share it.”
    “They’re a good group.” Kit smiled up at him, eyes peaceful, happy. “Not too bad for country music, yeah?”
    “Not bad at all, Kit.” He leaned down to give Kit a kiss. “Watching you play turns me on,” he whispered.
    Kit blushed for him, those eyes twinkling. “Yeah? I’ll have to show you video of me performing. Almost as good as porn.” The fingertips that trailed over his cheeks were hot, just a little swollen.
    Ty moaned softly, moving to straddle Kit where the man sat. “I want to see that. Definitely not in company though -- I want to be able to jump your bones at will.”
    “That sounds mighty fair to me.” Kit’s hands slid down his spine, cupped his ass. “You are a fine, fine man.”
    “You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy.” He pushed back against Kit’s hands and then rolled forward, bringing their cocks together, regretting the two layers of denim.
    Kit shifted, giving him more solid strength to push against, lips fastening over his with a sweet moan. Ty kept rocking slowly, hearing the rhythm of that last song in his head as he moved, letting the need build between them. Those hands cupped his ass, helping the rhythm, making him ache as the pleasure grew heavy, thick.
    He started to unbutton Kit’s shirt, moving slowly, making them both wait. Kit’s mouth slid along his jaw, tongue licking and tasting, nuzzling his skin.
    “Oh, it’s good, Kit. So good.” He writhed, fingers moving faster, pulling the rest of Kit’s buttons open and stroking the hard muscles.
    “Make me ache, wanting you. Make me want so much.” The words were whispers, low and needy, pressed below his ear.
    “I’ve been hard since you started playing,” Ty whispered back, fingers finding the hard bits of flesh that were Kit’s nipples, teasing them, twisting them.
    “Ty...” Kit arched, moaning, fingers squeezing his ass.
    He bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth while his fingers worked open their jeans. With a gasp, he pressed their pricks together, suddenly needing it urgently.
    “Fuck. Yes.” Kit’s hands pulled them together, moved them faster, harder.
    “Oh God, Kit! Kit!” Sensation chased down his spine, made him shake, made him shout out as he came.
    The sound that tore from Kit’s throat was pure need, filled with joy, as more heat joined his own.
    He wrapped his arms around Kit’s neck, holding on tight as he panted.
    Strong arms wrapped around him, held him. “Come to bed with me? Let me hold you while we sleep?”
    “I’d like that.”
    In fact there wasn’t anything else he could think of wanting just now.
    “Oh, good.” A soft kiss brushed his hair. “Thank you.”
    “Thank you, Kit. You’re a good man and I’m happy you let me in. I get the feeling you tend to keep the world out.”
    “Who? Me? Whatever made you think that?” Soft chuckles tickled his ear.
    Oh, he loved that, the laughter that Kit brought to things. Ty kissed Kit, then stood, shedding his jeans in favor of tripping over them, and held out his hands to Kit. “Come on, cowboy, take me to your bed.”
    Kit took his hands and stood. “Sounds good to me, beautiful man.