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Graeme’s cock, which was beginning to rise under his kilt. Graeme
quickly jerked away and stepped forward.
    “ Well, now,
we both know I’m in love with her,” Conall said, going back to sit
on Graeme’s cot. “I’d never disrespect her.” At first he sat almost
primly with his hands in his lap, but when he saw Graeme watching
him, he lounged back on his hands, so that Graeme could see his
cock was getting hard too. Graeme cleared his throat and turned
away, not sure what the hell was going on.
    “ Why are you
here, Conall?” he asked, picking up his spatterdashes. He needed to
sit down to put the white spats over his half boots, but the only
place to sit was the cot, next to Conall. He huffed in annoyance,
at himself and Conall, and unceremoniously sat down on the cot. He
bent over to put one spat on, and he could have sworn Conall moved
closer. He jerked his head up to glare at the other man, who just
sat there looking at him innocently, from about six inches closer
than he’d been when Graeme sat down. He straightened. “I ask again,
what are you doing here?”
    “ I just came
to check on you and Avril,” Conall said, his hands held out in a
shrug. “What’s wrong with that? I care deeply for her and consider
you more than a friend. I know you’ve been keeping company with her
and I was wondering how it was going. That’s all. I swear.” He
stroked his beard as he eyed Graeme intently, and Graeme’s stomach
actually quivered. “You haven’t answered my question.”
    Graeme leaned back down
and set the spat around his foot. Conall slid to the floor and
crawled over to Graeme. When he was directly in front of him Conall
crouched, his feet flat on the floor, his legs splayed wide, his
kilt falling to his hips. Graeme had a good look at his hard cock
and heavy stones hanging there between his legs. He was struck
speechless. He raised his stare to Conall’s face with reluctance.
Conall just crouched there, watching him. When Graeme’s gaze met
his, Conall smiled and pulled off his gloves. “Let me help,” he
said, reaching for Graeme’s foot. When their hands touched, Graeme
felt like a live flame had touched his skin, and he jerked his hand
back. Conall ignored his reaction and buttoned his spat into place.
He held his hand out. “The other one,” he said. Graeme gave it to
him without an argument, and Conall buttoned it on. Then he spread
Graeme’s legs and scooted between them, leaving his hands on
Graeme’s bare knees. “Now,” he said firmly. “Answer me. Have you
fucked her?”
    The proximity of Conall
and his cock to Graeme’s cock made Graeme’s head swim as he grew
light-headed. His palms began to sweat. “What are you doing?” he
whispered.
    “ Oh, just
testing out something Hamish told me,” Conall said.
    At his words Graeme
shoved him back and shot to his feet. “What did he tell you?” he
demanded, sick over the betrayal. He’d thought their conversation
was private, and Hamish would honor that.
    Conall stood slowly. “He
told me I ought not to let opportunity pass me by,” he said slowly.
“He said I’d been given a second chance and not to squander it.
He’s right, you know.”
    “ What
opportunity?” Graeme asked, his mouth suddenly dry. He licked his
lips and watched in fascination as Conall’s eyes followed the
movement, his stare heated. Conall couldn’t mean what he thought he
meant. Could he? He loved Avril, he’d said it. What was he doing to
Graeme?
    Conall stepped forward,
trapping Graeme between him, the cot and the tent wall. “This one,”
he said softly, reaching out to pass his hands lightly over the
buttons on Graeme’s jacket. “I didn’t realize this would be it when
I came here this morning.” He smiled up at Graeme. “But now is as
good a time as any.”
    “ I don’t know
what you mean,” Graeme choked out, afraid to move a
muscle.
    “ I think you
do,” Conall said. He ran his hand up to Graeme’s shoulder and
squeezed. “I