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Xander"s
    bicep.
    “No,” Chris said softly. “You don"t. You hold me, and kiss me, but
    it"s more than just our age that"s gotten in the way, Xan, and you know
    it.”
    Xan turned his head and looked at Chris, those dark eyes deep and
    eternal in the starlight. “I will love you for as long as we live,” he said
    softly, meaning every word. “And I will love you if this is as close as we
    ever get.”
    “Why wouldn"t you want to get closer to me, Xander? This is us.
    It"s been us for four years. Why wouldn"t we want to finish this?”
    Xander swallowed. “Because it"s you and basketball, Christian.
    Only one of you can break my heart.”
    Christian nodded, and propped himself up on his elbow, the
    moonlight haloing that golden hair behind him. “I don"t love basketball
    nearly as much as I love you,” he said softly, and lowered his head for a
    kiss.
    That would have to be enough. It was enough as his lips touched
    Xander"s. Chris"s lips were so soft, and he always tasted… sweet. Like
    sunshine and cookies. Maybe it was his nature, or the fact that he trusted
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    everyone, just trusted that it would be okay, but Chris always tasted like
    sunshine and cookies.
    Xander"s soul fed on that taste. He devoured it, pulled it inside. In a
    moment, less, he"d rolled Chris over and had taken control, pinning
    Chris to the bed with his mouth and the widening breadth of his
    shoulders and chest. Chris moaned under him, and this time it was Chris
    who wrapped gangly arms and long legs around Xander"s shoulders and
    hips, and Xander who thrust against him. He was almost lost, almost out
    of control when Chris pulled back.
    “Naked, Xander. I want us naked.”
    Their breathlessness cooled as they both rolled on their backs and
    kicked off their sleep shorts. When Xander"s boxers were off, Chris
    helped him to pull his shirt off, and their heads hit the pillows side by
    side as they lay naked next to each other. Chris turned and grinned, and
    then passing up all of the preliminaries, reached for Xander"s groin,
    where his cock was still hard and stretched out in the nest of black hair.
    Without a hello or how-are-you, Chris wrapped his hand around
    Xander"s hard flesh and squeezed. Xander"s head thumped back against
    the pillows, and he saw stars.
    “ Waaahhh… God!”
    “Good, huh?”
    Chris could pick up a basketball using just the hard pressure of his
    fingertips, and his hands were not that big. He squeezed firmly, and
    stroked from the base of Xander"s cock to the tip, then rubbed softly over
    the end. Xander groaned again, and Chris was shifting, moving, and
    suddenly, oh God… his head was there, over Xander"s groin, and the
    head of Xander"s prick was in his mouth.
    Xander shoved the palm of his hand in his own mouth to keep from
    making too much noise. His other hand knotted in Christian"s hair, not to
    control, but just to ground them, to keep himself on planet Earth, with
    Chris, before he rocketed himself off into the stratosphere.
    Chris was shameless. He squeezed with his hand and sucked with
    his mouth, swirled with his tongue and hummed in his throat, and
    Xander was all the things he ever feared: helpless before him.
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    It didn"t matter. He couldn"t have run away if Chris suddenly let go
    of him and ran off to take a leak. Chris didn"t, though. His ass was
    pumping against the bed as he sucked Xander off, and Xander reached
    out to him. It was hard, it took concentration, but Xander could persevere
    when he needed to. With a little bit of focus he thought he might not
    shoot off into Chris"s mouth embarrassingly soon, and he managed to
    wiggle his hand under Chris"s hips and wrap his hand around Chris"s
    erection, because turnabout was fair play, and, dammit, he needed some
    control in this situation.
    Chris groaned around him and thrust into his palm shamelessly,
    and that gave Xander the safety he needed. Chris seemed to crave his
    touch just like Xander craved Chris"s, and