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starched white shirt. “Taking it off is the best part though. It’s like opening a present.”
    “A present huh?”
    “Yup,” Hayden replied, pulling the shirt out of Christian’s pants and shoving it off his shoulders. “The best kind.”
    Christian braced himself for the shot of pain through his injured arm, but didn’t interfere. He loved the feel of Hayden’s hands on his body. Very gently, Hayden pushed the fabric off one shoulder and then down the other and over the wound before flinging it across the room. Christian heard the ping of his medals making contact with the wall and said a silent prayer of thanks that he didn’t need to wear it again for a while.
    “Hurt?” Hayden asked running his fingers along the skin on the edges of the bandage.
    “Not enough to not want to fuck you.”
    “Good. Not to sound like a girl or anything, but I’m feeling needy.”
    Christian nodded. He’d seen the need in Hayden in the jungle. The man had wanted to touch him, to make sure everything was okay. To ease the tension they’d both felt since stepping foot in Brazil. He’d seen Hayden’s reaction. Actions Hayden hadn’t taken because of him. For him.
    “I’ll take care of you,” Christian said quietly, capturing Hayden’s mouth, even as the man’s fingers had found the hem of his undershirt and started lifting.
    In a haze of kissing and touching, all of their clothes were removed and scattered around the room. With Hayden spread out in front of him, Christian knelt in between his legs and ran his fingers up and down his lover’s long limbs, each pass with an increasingly lighter touch. Moving around, Christian treated the rest of Hayden’s body to the same touches, avoiding the hard, dripping cock. Hayden moaned and groaned, threatened and cajoled before begging Christian to fuck him, to touch his cock, to do something, anything so he could come.
    Christian smiled and reached into the nightstand drawer for the bottle of lube and several condoms, dropping them on the bed. Grabbing a pillow, he wedged it under Hayden’s hips before moving back between his lover’s spread thighs. Kneeling, he braced himself and tongued the puckered entrance. Hayden lifted his hips and called out. The words were a jumbled, incoherent mess. Christian licked and sucked at the hole. His own cock was hard and aching. He needed to be in Hayden, as much as the other man needed him to be. Christian poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, traced a line around the opening before sliding the digit in.
    “More!” Hayden half-demanded half-begged.
    Christian continued to finger fuck Hayden’s ass for several minutes before adding a second digit and then a third.
    “Damn it Christian! Fill me up!” Hayden demanded. The order turning to a yelp when Christian pressed against his lover’s prostrate.
    Scissoring his fingers one last time, he withdrew them. Quickly, he sheathed and lubed himself before replacing his fingers with his cock in one smooth motion. Balls deep in his lover, he waited agonizing minutes for Hayden to adjust to his intrusion. Hayden moved his legs to Christian’s shoulders and pushed back. Christian had wanted to make love to Hayden slow and gentle, but the man seemed to need more than that. Hard, fast, and reassuring. Dismissing his own desires for a later time, Christian gripped Hayden’s legs and withdrew slightly before slamming back in.
    “Oh God! Yes!” Hayden shouted. Desire and need cresting every word.
    Christian pistoned in and out of Hayden’s body, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. Hayden stretched his arms out over his head, pushing against the headboard. Christian let go of one of Hayden’s legs and wrapped his hand around the shaft. Hayden bucked and came hard in short bursts painting both of them, his body gripping Christian relentlessly. Christian’s balls drew up. A handful of hard thrusts later and Christian careened over the edge, filling the condom. Pinching the