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Authors: Jane Davitt
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tingle. "You
think I mind you getting off on stuff? I don't. Maybe I won't like all of it, maybe I will. Either
way, you'll know how I feel, I promise you that."
The fingers of one hand dug in and Charles moaned as a questing, curious finger ran down the
crease of his arse as far as Gray could reach, scratching lightly at sensitive, sensitized skin. "You going to let me fuck you?" Gray asked.
Charles nodded. "If you like."
"Cool." Gray's hands moved away, stroking up the sides of Charles' back and then returning to
where Charles had held them, high over Gray's head, the shadows spilling from his curved palms.
"Not tonight."
"No," Charles agreed, dragging a fingertip across the fragile, thin skin of Gray's inner wrist. "Not tonight."
"Do it? Fast?" Gray begged. "I just -- I want this over. First times suck. I want to get to the part where we've already fucked, and it's cool and we can relax."
Surprised, Charles stared at him. "You don't feel relaxed?"
Gray groaned. "No, of course I don't! I've been thinking about this for months and I'm scared I'm
going to fuck it up, because that I'm good at." He frowned. "If it doesn't matter, if it's just a fuck, well, there's no pressure and I'm fine. Better than fine."
"I'm sure Luke and Sarah would give you glowing references," Charles said dryly.
Gray flushed, dark eyelashes lowering. "I shouldn't have mentioned them, should I? I was just
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trying to--"
"I know what you were trying to do." Charles bent down and brushed his mouth over Gray's and
then kissed him hard, making it as possessive as he felt. Gray's response was immediate and
eager; although he kept his hands where they were, his legs wrapped around Charles, holding
them together.
"Please..."
Charles pulled away, kneeling again. "If that's what you want."
"Want you ," Gray said intensely.
"Turn over."
Gray rolled to his stomach but didn't, somewhat to Charles' surprise, go to his hands and knees.
There was no way that he was going to rush this as much as Gray wanted, though, so he didn't
comment, just drew his hand slowly down Gray's back, remembering how he'd touched it before.
"The scratches are gone." Gray's voice was muffled by the pillow. He twisted his head around
and stared at Charles. "See?"
Charles found the place where they'd been and licked across the healed skin, feeling Gray
shudder. "No, they aren't," he murmured, dragging his fingernails across Gray's back, forcefully enough to leave scarlet lines although he was careful not to break the skin.
Gray cried out softly, and Charles smiled, hearing the pleasure welling up through the shock.
Moving quickly, he opened the condom and when it was in place slicked his fingers.
"Up."
With a slow, languid, impudent rock of his hips, Gray got into position. Charles felt his hand itch
to place a stinging, admonishing slap on the nicely curved backside Gray was wiggling at him,
coupled with an equally strong desire to laugh.
"Brat," he said under his breath.
"Fuck it out of me," Gray said seriously. "Because I am, I know I am, but if you don't like it--"
"I didn't say that," Charles told him, dragging his finger down the shadowed cleft of Gray's
backside and pausing as he felt the smooth skin give way to the whorl of his arsehole. Gray
tensed up and Charles slipped his free arm around Gray's waist in a hug. "Tell me if--"
Gray arched and pushed, taking Charles' finger inside him. "I'm fine ," he snapped.
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Charles laid his hand flat against Gray's stomach and then moved it down. Gray was already half-
hard. Good enough.
The intimacy of this first moment of possession took Charles by surprise, as it always did. He
fought for detachment as he pushed his finger in deeper, the hot clutch of Gray's body defeating
him easily.
Closing his eyes, he let the arousal he felt wash over him, leaving him panting, Gray's name on his
lips.
"Charles?"
Gray sounded uncertain and that was all it took. Charles
think I mind you getting off on stuff? I don't. Maybe I won't like all of it, maybe I will. Either
way, you'll know how I feel, I promise you that."
The fingers of one hand dug in and Charles moaned as a questing, curious finger ran down the
crease of his arse as far as Gray could reach, scratching lightly at sensitive, sensitized skin. "You going to let me fuck you?" Gray asked.
Charles nodded. "If you like."
"Cool." Gray's hands moved away, stroking up the sides of Charles' back and then returning to
where Charles had held them, high over Gray's head, the shadows spilling from his curved palms.
"Not tonight."
"No," Charles agreed, dragging a fingertip across the fragile, thin skin of Gray's inner wrist. "Not tonight."
"Do it? Fast?" Gray begged. "I just -- I want this over. First times suck. I want to get to the part where we've already fucked, and it's cool and we can relax."
Surprised, Charles stared at him. "You don't feel relaxed?"
Gray groaned. "No, of course I don't! I've been thinking about this for months and I'm scared I'm
going to fuck it up, because that I'm good at." He frowned. "If it doesn't matter, if it's just a fuck, well, there's no pressure and I'm fine. Better than fine."
"I'm sure Luke and Sarah would give you glowing references," Charles said dryly.
Gray flushed, dark eyelashes lowering. "I shouldn't have mentioned them, should I? I was just
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trying to--"
"I know what you were trying to do." Charles bent down and brushed his mouth over Gray's and
then kissed him hard, making it as possessive as he felt. Gray's response was immediate and
eager; although he kept his hands where they were, his legs wrapped around Charles, holding
them together.
"Please..."
Charles pulled away, kneeling again. "If that's what you want."
"Want you ," Gray said intensely.
"Turn over."
Gray rolled to his stomach but didn't, somewhat to Charles' surprise, go to his hands and knees.
There was no way that he was going to rush this as much as Gray wanted, though, so he didn't
comment, just drew his hand slowly down Gray's back, remembering how he'd touched it before.
"The scratches are gone." Gray's voice was muffled by the pillow. He twisted his head around
and stared at Charles. "See?"
Charles found the place where they'd been and licked across the healed skin, feeling Gray
shudder. "No, they aren't," he murmured, dragging his fingernails across Gray's back, forcefully enough to leave scarlet lines although he was careful not to break the skin.
Gray cried out softly, and Charles smiled, hearing the pleasure welling up through the shock.
Moving quickly, he opened the condom and when it was in place slicked his fingers.
"Up."
With a slow, languid, impudent rock of his hips, Gray got into position. Charles felt his hand itch
to place a stinging, admonishing slap on the nicely curved backside Gray was wiggling at him,
coupled with an equally strong desire to laugh.
"Brat," he said under his breath.
"Fuck it out of me," Gray said seriously. "Because I am, I know I am, but if you don't like it--"
"I didn't say that," Charles told him, dragging his finger down the shadowed cleft of Gray's
backside and pausing as he felt the smooth skin give way to the whorl of his arsehole. Gray
tensed up and Charles slipped his free arm around Gray's waist in a hug. "Tell me if--"
Gray arched and pushed, taking Charles' finger inside him. "I'm fine ," he snapped.
Drawing Closer - 45
Charles laid his hand flat against Gray's stomach and then moved it down. Gray was already half-
hard. Good enough.
The intimacy of this first moment of possession took Charles by surprise, as it always did. He
fought for detachment as he pushed his finger in deeper, the hot clutch of Gray's body defeating
him easily.
Closing his eyes, he let the arousal he felt wash over him, leaving him panting, Gray's name on his
lips.
"Charles?"
Gray sounded uncertain and that was all it took. Charles
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